I hate it when people see my scars. I can feel their judgement.
You can be whatever you want to be.
My youngest sister is a complete SAVAGE when it comes to reviewing YA Lit.
No Mary Sue Protagonist, nor 2-D love triangle, nor poorly constructed plot line is safe from her scathing roasts.
Please don't judge me for the scars on my legs. Don't look at me like the guy at the store did.
I wish it was really like this. It would make court-room drama so much more interesting.
The first part of a collaboration with @PoemsAboutMe about some ideas...
Writing is LITERALLY my life
never judge somebody by their outer appearance, you never know what they might be going through
Here's some more thoughts for you to judge.