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"Weak"

Let's get one thing straight:

I am not weak. Yes, I may have a tiny ass body. Yes, I may have a weak immune system; however, that doesn't make me weak. I have so many strong thoughts my mind. I have a pair of glasses in front of my eyes.

Society calls me a stupid ass freak, and I just try to stay strong. I try to ignore all of these insults; I try to stay positive....I try to stay happy. I used to walk down the sidewalk with my head looking down at the ground. Now, I look straight ahead of me. I walk down it with confidence.

People start staring....they stare and stare and stare like they are seeing a fucking monster or something! I mean, yeah....if I saw someone who looked kind of different from me....I would probably kind of stare too. I understand that I look that I'm from outer space to strangers, but they seriously do not need to stare.

Why can't they just nicely ask me about the way I look?

Instead, could feel their eyes staring into my freaking soul!

Like I said before, I am NOT weak. Strangers will know if I have a problem with them staring. I will freaking stare right back at them and cross my arms. Then, they will quickly look away!

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