Judged

We’re judged by people we don’t know, we’re judged by people we do know, but why I that?

I will never understand why we’re judged by everyone around us. I will never quite understand how my scars define me as an emo not a survivor but I guess that’s the way society works. In a judgemental and cruel manor, in a way in which makes people feel like complete and utter shit, because whether you know them or not you’re going to judge them.

Just imagine a world where no body is judged for what they look like, what they do, their sexuality, their ethnicity. A world where nobody is judged for being them, it’d be great.

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