Today walking through walmart, I saw an individual walking down the aisles, and people were scared and shied away from her like she was a disease. Because she was wearing black. Just black jeans and a tank top, but dressed semi modestly. And still they stared.
Because she had bruises.
Because she had scars.
Because she wasn't normal.
Because this poor girl didn't look like the rest of them, she was scorned. Laughed at and shied away from. She was an outcast…a leper. Just because she didn't fit the cookie cutter form of life that is shoved down our throats from the day we are born.
She was me.