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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Some people carelessly or purposely like to make fun of others to the point that it is no longer funny.

Submitted: March 05, 2018

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What is it with people who feel entitled to make comments about the appearance of others?

Why do they feel so entitled to make snide remarks that are uncalled for. This is personally something that irks me because the person who keeps making unnecessary remarks is actually the one who looks like she needs a bath or a hair grower.

As a girl, people always had something to say about my appearance. I was never pretty or fair. My weight was also such a big deal to other people. Oftentimes, it would be my mother’s fucking friends who would so casually remark that I’m fat or that my skin is bad. They would say things like “ You should give Pilar’s pink dress to Angel instead because Angel is white and Pilar’s skin is too brown.”

As a child this wounded me a lot because I loved that pink dress. No matter what I did, some relative would always make some mean comments about my appearance. I remember my bastard cousin from Manila. She said that I was just ‘ big” while flipping her fake hair and pouting her protruding lips pushed by her fence like teeth. I wish they would all just die and go to hell. What did I ever do to them. Why do they always like to make fun of my appearance when I don’t even make fun of their flaws. My bitch aunt from Israel for instance, would always poke fun at my legs. She would say that I’m fat and that I have big bones even if my clothes are actually “ xs”/extra small. My waistline is 26 and my hips are 34. Is that supposed to be fat? Why is my aunt so hell bent on making fun of me. Ever since she arrived from Israel, she has done nothing but ostracize the appearance of other people. Day in and day out she would always have something to say. Honestly, she is the one who looks terrible.  She’s bald and her skin is like leather. Her thighs are like sausages and her teeth are fake but I never point out these things to her because I know she would be offended. Yet, despite my concern for her feelings she doesn’t have a heart to consider mine. When I get offended, she’s the one who has the nerve to give me the cold shoulder. It is not my fault that I feel wounded when people continuously make fun of my skin and weight because I am human. I did not do anything to those bastards and yet they purposely hurt me. I have starved myself and hated myself for having a waistline of 26. I have hated looking in the mirror because they continuously magnify the blemishes on my face when I don’t even make fun of their ridiculous faces. They feel as if they are entitled to put everyone down and lift themselves up and be the ultimate epitome of beauty. Their way of beautifying themselves is putting other girls down.

I don’t know why I’m telling you this but maybe it is just my way of purging these deep seated painful feelings because it is normal to get hurt when people poke fun at your appearance. Someday, those mean bitches will have a dose of their own medicine.


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