To all of you who mocked my conviction,
I’m sorry that you lack human compassion.

To all of you who question my faith because of my outward appearance,
I’m sorry that you fail to notice the need for ongoing self-reflection.

To all of you that question my lifestyle,
I’m sorry that you feel you must denounce your brother instead of loving yourself.

To all of you women that have made me feel ugly,
I’m sorry that you missed the opportunity to get to know me.

To all of you that ran from my disability,
I’m sorry you can’t see the heart and mind behind the twisted outer form.

To all of you who ever needed my help,
I’m sorry that I couldn’t, and can't do more.

To all of you who feel like you’re all alone,
I’m sorry you can’t reach out to everyone else fighting the same exact fear.

To all of you whom I’ve hurt,
I’m sorry I thought more of myself, than I did of you.

To all of you who have hurt me
I forgive you--again, and again, and again.