Tyson vs Berbick

Knocked him out in the second

I'm looking in the mirror and I f*****g hate what's looking back. These c***s they always know what to attack. First, it was my acne-ridden face, spots flashing like a beacon. Now, it's the weight, pointed out with second looks and backhanded comments. "Jaysus, man you're like big"

I'm always changing just to be accepted by you f***s. Killed the acne with steroids, it took my youth as collateral. Now I starve myself to get in shape and receive acceptance from those who only gave me hate. In school, I hid who I really was and the hobbies I enjoyed, then insulted and attacked the those who didn't allow their fun to be spoiled.

I feel empty inside and not just in my stomach. When I stare in the mirror now, the acne is gone and the weight has begun to fall off, but the man that looks back is one that sold out for the acceptance of others.

The hollow feelings of improving my appearance don't impress my inner-self, he knows the truth, that deep down I despise my f*****g self.

Author's Note

Trevor Berbick was murdered by his nephew.