People judge. Judge on looks, clothing, and the rich or the poor.
This isn't my story to tell, but it has a great meaning.
I once met this little boy. He rode my bus every morning. He sat with a seventh grader everyday. This little boy looked different from the rest, he had a birthmark. It took up his face,over half. He hated it. One day, I asked him, "Why do you always sit with that seventh grader?" I thought he was going to answer something like We both like video games but no. He responded,
"He doesn't judge me for the birthmark on my face. He doesn't make me feel bad for being this way" Now, I know that's not exactly what he said, but it was somewhere along the lines. I couldn't help but think about how everyone makes fun of him.
I saw him in the hallway. A group of kids stole his glasses. They kept making jokes about his name and different mean ways of how he got his mark. Some said he got hit with the ugly bus or he fell down the ugly tree...twice. I look down on those kids who picked on a boy who couldn't help what he looked like or what his name was. But I know he had a beautiful heart.
The reason I shared that story was to show you people may look unpleasant. That doesn't mean they can help it. People were born like that. So many people today judge others on what they look like or if they were born with something others don't. They can't help it. It's not like they will spend hours everyday fixing their already beautiful skin because you think they're ugly. If you judge on looks, your heart is ugly, no one has to see it.
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Love Yourself
RomanceRecently I read and chapter that my friend wrote. She's been bullied and she posts stories about it. I'm not trying to copy her or anything but I'm going to encourage you all. I'm going to post lots of encouraging things to keep you loving yourself.
