looks that kill

im not sure where to start.
or what the right thing is to say.

its not a new feeling.

some people find me fake. with my random thank yous for the small things in life that altered my day. and for trying to point out the good in people.

but thats just who i am.

someone got me thinking yesterday. are it my looks that matter most to someone? or do they see the small quirks about me?

do people notice the freckles on my lip
or maybe the way i squeek when i sneeze
that i cry when i see a dead animal
and that i love to eat applesauce on pizza.

that i absolutely hate getting ready and would rather be in pjs
that i love kids that speak their mind
or that i dream like i have a thousand years to live and one life to touch
or the accents i love to immitate.

does any of this matter? does who i am really matter? or is it my looks.

i dont think im pretty by any means. i've been rejected one too many times for the fact that im not pretty enough. to be honest. there are millions of girls that i would state are better looking then me.

prettier eyes
a better body
cuter style
slimer legs
perfect teeth
longer hair
ect.
ect.
ect.

i want to show people who i really am. and make them love me for me.
but when i live in this world of preset judgements how can i get through that?

maybe ill stop wearing make up
or stop trying to look good

will that then uglify me and make me more of a real relatable person?

its true that many many people do fall into these stereotypes we set.

but after this certain someone got me thinking. i realize that although i try to look at people for who they are

i
judge.

its human nature.
the obese man who came in to the restaurant: he obviously has no self worth
the homeless man on the side of the road: must be a druggie
the guy with long hair: is probably a pot smoking hippie
people in iraq: they are all bad
the list goes on and on
deeper and deeper
and when do we call it quits.

stop now.

break some of those stereoptypes you have set in your mind and maybe we can start to see people for who and what they are. learn from them. share your smile.


please, lets stop giving looks the permission to kill.
kill the hope of meeting the real person.