Dear person who needed to stare twice
The first look you gave me - a once over to understand why i dont fit your vision for a jewish girl-its annoying but fine i get it.Im different i dont fit the exclusive dellusional mold of “perfect girls” The second look is the one that makes me want to kill you.The pity,the double glance at my chair as if i didn't know what you were pitying me for in the first place. The first time you walk by me you shy away as if i was contagious.Fine ignorance hurts,but accepted as it can be healed with education. The second time you walk by- you gain what you think is courage to talk to me.I roll my eyes on the inside knowing whats coming next “ Refuah Shelaima,may god heal you soon.” The first thought that goes through my head is “not again,not another person who instead of seeing a thriving person using a chair to fly in life sees a broken person that needs to be fixed. The second thought that stays in my head for a while is why am I always looked at as broken and need to be fi