To the mother of two children, the girls with brown hair and the woman behind me on the checkout….
Before everything else,I am a human being and I have feeligns.
I might not fit your definition of beauty,but I have two,good function ears.
I don’t listen to music that loud so I won’t hear anything else.
Your words were heard, and they hurt.
“Mommy,that person buys pretty much make up!”
“Well,that’s better,she really needs it….”
First of all: It’s sad that your kid genders me right but you don’t.
Then: How dare you?
How dare you saying such a thing while I stay right beside you?
Do you think I am deaf? Do you really need to push your ego in such a nasty way?
“Look how much make up she has!”
“Well,that won’t help her anymore…”
You little,spoiled bitches.
Just because you stand behind me,doesn’t mean I can’t hear you. Just because you giggle,doesn’t mean you’re invincible and when I turned around to stare at you,not able to find the fitting words in my hurt state,you just laughed even more at me,leaving while talking about what in fact makes me ugly in your eyes.
“Oh my god…”,yes, you spoke quietly, but you also stood the fuck beside me,staring first at my purchasing and then right in my face.
What is your problem? Just because you can’t be sure of my gender that entitles you to be rude?
To all of you:
Please shove a chainsaw up your arses.
Maybe that will make you nicer or help removing the stick that is stuck in your rectum.
Next time you may think twice about what you say and to who.
Maybe you think about,that the person you stare at is shaking,because they’re unwell,cause they feel that you stare at them,cause you know you’re talking about them,right beside them!
Maybe you come up with the idea,that this person is insecure and allows theirself a small treat after a night full of tears and the biggest gender crisis of their life.
Maybe they hope,that more make up skills and better utensils for that will help people see them as what they are/see themself.
Maybe the idea strikes you,that your words hurt them-
Ever.Single.One.Of.Them.
Being mean brings you nowhere in life and ruins the self assurance of others.
Can’t you remember how torturing struggles in life might be?
When was the last time you felt down and on your knees?
You don’t know the story beside the person you shit-chat about and words are a very sharp,very dangerous weapon!
Maybe you wanna think about this the next time before you spread them so mindless.
I heard all of you and all of your words,looks and reactions towards me hurt.
I hope the day comes on which you’ll learn to be a decent human being that respects others and their look without spitting poison.
-A very fragile Blu
P.S.:
Fuck you,I like my new look.