Life is too short to find fault with others when we should be looking within
I see you looking at me with judgement in your eyes.
I don’t mind you looking at me, but must you show your feelings so plainly on your face?
What is it this time that you are finding to criticize?
Is it the way that I am dressed or is it the way that I walk? Maybe it is my children that have caught your eye.
Is it my hair? Or maybe it is my piercings and body art?
Does my weight bother you? Am I too fat or far too skinny to be deemed appropriate?
Do you find me different in some way?
Not fitting into the conventions of your kind of ‘normal’.
You don’t know my story any more than I know yours.
We are two strangers on a crowded street pushed along in a sea of others that are also different in some way or another.
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