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I don't want to be anything other than.... me

Let's talk about discrimination.
Let's talk about judgement.
Let's talk about HATE.

I am white, female, Christian, American, Catholic, short, loud, outgoing, fun, cute, educated, loving. I have big hopes and dreams, I have educated and yet provocative thoughts and outlooks. I have swagger, I have style, I have a personality.

I feel the HATE more than the love.

I see how people look at me, I have heard how they perceive me. I have felt the sting of discrimination.  And yet there are so many people out there who would never believe that I too have felt singled out for my thoughts/beliefs/actions/being. To some, I'm as normal as it gets. To some, I stick out like a sore thumb. To some, I blend in or am "tolerable". To some, I stand out or "should be avoided at all costs". Sometimes I feel like people look at me and think I'd be a bad influence. And sometimes I feel like people want to be me.

In today's day and age, you have to be a hermit to not feel the sting of discrimination or judgement... and all of that stems from HATE. Envy, misunderstanding, or lack of giving a f**k (about someone else's feelings and right to be happy) may tie into it, but somewhere deep down I think it's categorized as hate.

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