Your Judgement

You judge me by the way I look, by the thickness of my thighs, by the width of my booty. Yes, I hear the words you whisper, yes I see the looks you exchange. I am a person. On the inside, we are the same. When you see me, already in your mind are the stereotypes: Eww she must lazy! Eww she must eat all day! Eww she must be stupid, otherwise why would she look that way? In school you thought it was funny to send you friends to ask me out, and to throw stuff at me as I walk down the hall. The things you would say were asinine, to put it mild. But take the time to think about if I were your child. Although, it does hurt sometimes, I swear you will never see me cry You will never see me shed a tear, or know the hurt that you’ve inflicted on me, because a victim is not who I chose to be. Don’t get insulated when I respond to the comments you make, or roll my eyes at your stares. Because when I walk away it’s with my head held high. Your judgment means nothing to me, because it’s not through that I find my self worth. Hear my words and remember them well, because the looks you give speak to the type of person you are, So if you feel the need to pass judgment on someone pick up a mirror and check out your self.