I don’t know why your eyes are meant to make me avert mine.
I don’t know why your looks are meant to make me feel shame.
I don’t know why your stares are meant to make me hate my skin.
I don’t know why you hate my body so much, but I refuse to join you.
Why do we make the assumptions that stares are bad? Why do we assume that we know the thoughts that lie in the heads that are turned?
I don’t know why my body got your attention but I’m glad it did because it made you pause. And we all need to be pausing a little more in life.
No, I don’t know what they are thinking of me and nor do I care.
Opinions are too fickle to base your self esteem on.
Let them stare.
You would too if you saw such a happy being in such a miserable world of judgements and criticism.
Let them stare, and go live your life #ScarredNotScared