chapter 7 ~ Don't judge a book by it's cover.. they say.

Hey guys! so yeah, how have you guys been? I'm still the same,not that is a bad thing but i wish i could change. okay so yeah on the with the post.AS you can see the tittle,today's post is something about looks and appearance.


Don't judge a book by it's cover... they say. It's true, that's what they say. But is it truly what they do? Do they really not care about looks?

When a man in rugged cloth, limping beside you,
doesn't society move away from him? or stare at him ?
When someone fat is entering a restaurant,
don't society stare at them and think why the hell are they in here?
When you notice a beggar on the street
don't society look down upon them?
When you see someone skinny saying they're not hungry
Don't society think that what the is she crapping?
when you notice a special need person
don't society treat them differently?

So why the hell do you people still cling on to that stupid phrase?! Society will be death of all humanity!![does that even make sense?] Call me weird, but I am one the people out there that cares for people like them cause i am one of them. And I could say this with full confidence, those people, the limping man,the fat woman,the beggar,the special need kid and also the skinny girl are heck lot stronger than any of you could be.

You have no idea how the man got to be limp!
you have no idea how many slimming pills the lady took!
you have no idea how many days did the beggar starved!
you have no idea why the girl starved herself to be thin!
you have no idea how that special need person feels when you look at her that way!


So don't you judge their appearance! no matter how much you say that you are not the one who judges a book by it's cover. Cause you don't eat an apple that damaged nor do you buy a book that is slightly bent.NO! you don't! why? cause you think that if the outside of an object is flawless that means the inside of it too must be as good as it seems. Will you know what. you my friend are wrong!! no matter what excuse you give you have done wrong ! But i am not you! no! sure as not! cause i have sit beside a beggar once and shared lunch with him! i talked to him like he was a person. i am the fat lady who i described above (although I'm still teen,folks), i still suffer and suffer.

 So don't you dare judge a book by it's cover! Skim through the pages before hissing at it and chucking it at the bookshelf.

To others out there who was judge for their looks or was bullied. hear me now, hear my call brothers and sisters. I am one of you, i too been through tough times. You won't believe it but I've been bullied since i was 7  years old. And the first time, i thought of suiciding was when i was at the tender age of 10. Yup. 10 years old. I am the only daughter in my family, by saying that I didn't get any special treatment nor was I daddy's little princess. Nope. i was one of the boys. i had short hair cut,like any of my brothers and i attended school. My 7 years old classmates secluded me, they didn't want me to play with them because to them just because of my hair cut and because i was obese (50 kg at age of 7). And so spent my childhood staring at them playing during recess and gym. I was the loner, weirdo, ugly and fat kid. My mother on the hand, got to know about this matter during a parents and teachers meeting, and since she was a housewife. she did what any mother would do, she brought me food during recess and stayed with me until recess so that i won't be alone.

But let me tell you the outcome of that, my friends started teasing me every indipendence day." you
shouldn't be celebrating it !!you still need your mom for everything!" they said. Was this my fault? did i ask for any of these treament. when i got to highschool, i thought i could put all these in my  past.

But destiny seems to like playing with my cards. The day i stepped into highscool, was the day i lost my identity and myself.

"hey look it's the girl with the big boobs"
" fattie chick, leave some of the food for us"
" heck no dude, why the hell am i suppose to be her lab partner"
"move fat ass, these place is for people to seat not to dump luggages like yourself."
" you should totally ask her to prom, if you don't get any date. you know she is pretty desperate."
"erghh, is this shirt passed down by your grandma?"

Dear lord,
          why? why can't be given the chance to love myself? why must i be like the rest? why must i struggle while they don't. why am i suppose to be the one that gives in?!! why?!!!
 

One is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem, as bad or as good, as vulnerable or as strong, as sweet or as feisty. We are thickly layered pages, page lying upon page, behind simple covers. and love is the binding. It can rip us apart or hold us together

The worst part was when the girl that i thought was my friend, she called me crazy. why? cause i rather put on my headphone and listen to The script rather than listening to their gossip during free period. not only she called me crazy, she even made everyone in the whole tuition class believe i really was until no one talked to me and even some of the boys treated me differently as in  " you do know? this is math's tuition, you for normal people to learn. why are you here? you're suppose to be in a metal institute"

That's what i get for not listening to gossip about guys? really?  what the hell is going on in this world?! And just because i never had a boyfriend, doesn't make me desperate. Two guys rejected me because of my looks but i liked them because i just somehow found them interesting. thank you cupid!! seriously yeah you got nice aiming dude! And finally what do the whole male population in my school says about me " the reject girl" yay!!

I wish you people who hurt other nothing bad just that i hope karma teaches you a lesson and also maybe you should be in my shoes for once and feel the pain i feel!

For better or for worse
and for the lack of better words
i end my speech right here.