My Fat Ass Self a Park Jimin ff/smut 18+

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This is not an update. It is lengthy, it is personal, and it is important. 
It is about the BLM movement. 

When I was 19, I was walking home from the bus stop and I saw what looked like a child fall face first into the pavement at the end of my street and blood instantly came out. 
I ran to get to her and once I did I realized it was an old woman, she was just super small. She was crying and bleeding from her face. I tried to help her up and she kept telling me no and that she could do it on her own. When she stood up she fell again, this time her face hit the curb. I picked her up bridal style and carried her down the street to my house, sat her on my steps and ran into the house for the first aid kit. 
I begged her to go to the hospital while I cleaned her face, she told me no. 
"I don't have any family I can't go alone" 
I offered to stay with her. 
I got my neighbor to drive us to the hospital. 
I was covered in her blood, I had long black hair, piercings all over my face, tattoos, and stretched ears (an inch) I didn't  "look" like the type of person that would go out of her way for someone she didn't know. 
I helped her get undressed and into her gown, I held her hand while they ran tests. I called her son in Texas (I'm in NJ) and filled him in on her situation. I stayed with her for 13 hours. 
My mom called me crying because our front door was open and there was blood all over the porch and door knob. I told her what happened and she cried harder because I was too compassionate. 
The doctors fixed her up.
The doctor turned to me and said "your grandmom is going to be fine" 
"She's not my grandmom"
"Oh..who is she to you then?"
"I literally found her in the middle of the road" 
"And you stayed?"
"Yeah" 
"Wow.." he stared at me like I had ten heads
Ruth (the older woman) started to laugh 
"I know, she looks like she could beat the shit out of someone. But she has too big of a heart" 
She smiled as she held my hand. 
She passed away a few years later. I made sure to talk to her whenever I saw her around town. 

Last year I was standing in line at the store and the woman at the register a few people ahead of me had 3 grandchildren with her and she was clearly flustered while they ran around, the youngest one was pretending to use the "force" on the sliding doors and laughing his ass off making me chuckle as I stood in line. I watched a woman walk into the store, she circled around and went to leave the store after not purchasing anything. She put her hand on the youngest child and shoved him out the door, I yelled and dropped all of my stuff and went to charge at her and she let go of the kid and jumped in a car and left while the grandmom held onto her grand baby and thanked me repeatedly. Everyone behind me in line said "I thought she knew them" and "wow I didn't even see her try to take him" 

I was the only one that stepped up at a concert while over 100 people recorded a grown ass man beating the shit out of his girlfriend. My sister tried to pull me back but it was too late. I was nose to nose with a man bigger and older than me while I called 911. It got physical while I yelled and screamed at him and followed them through the street. I had to give a statement to the police and waited until the woman was in an ambulance and he was in a police car. 

I'm not telling these stories to get praises or attention. I'm telling these stories because with everything going on right now we all need to step up. You don't have to know someone to help them. I'm not brave, I'm scared shitless. I trembled like a leaf through every single one of these moments in my life and threw up after because my nerves were so bad. I know shit is scary right now. I'm fucking terrified by what's happening. But I can't just watch. 
I'm going to a protest on saturday. 
It's supposed to be peaceful but I'm expecting the worst. 
I won't ask you to go to a protest. 
But please, if you can, sign petitions, post on social media, talk to your friends about it. 
Even the tiniest bit of compassion, understanding, and love helps. 
I'm not black, I have no idea how it feels to be judged based on the color of your skin. I know how it feels to be judged by the way you look. 
My weight, my tattoos, my hair, my piercings etc. Things that I had total control over and it sucked. I can only imagine how much more it sucks to be judged for things you can't control. I've been judged for being openly pansexual, something I have no control over. I didn't just wake up and decide that I'm attracted to someone. 
Just like black people didn't just wake up one day and decide to be black. 
Why does that make them any less of a person? 

Jimin and Sarah faced a situation like this while they were on the boat in Hawaii, a total fake scenario but still majorly important. 

I love every single one of you guys, I want all of you to stay happy, healthy, and safe. 
I genuinely feel like now is our chance to make a difference. 
We need to. 

Your religion 
Your skin tone
Your orientation 
Your gender
Your appearance 
None of these things warrant judgement. 
I have never and will never judge anyone for any of those things. 
We are all equal. 

If you read this entire thing I want to say thank you. I've been posting on Facebook, instagram, and twitter. And now I'm posting this here because I have a bigger platform here than anywhere else. I know this isn't what you signed up for when you chose to read my story. I'm not going to turn my book into a political soapbox. I just wanted to speak my mind. After this post, everything will go back to focusing on the story. Thank you for listening. 

As always
I hope you're happy, healthy, and safe ♡ 
I really do love you. 
Love,
Jess