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Message to Readers
This is my story....I was literally cutting onions while writing it....
This piece drew me in with a sense of familiarity. Haven't we all felt that our differences are what make us weak? Hasn't society taught us that? The moment I read this, I felt my heart swell with recognition; my mind kept whispering "You know this pain" because I do. I continued reading simply because I wanted to see how you chose your story to end. How did you use that pain and suffer to lift yourself up because pain isn't easy and holding on only makes it worse. Your piece intrigued me because it was like reading the pain I'd felt too many times to count. You wrote about an incident, an incident about you, that related to so many others. You seemed to scream, you are not alone without even uttering those words.
People are cruel and even as confidence starts to slip away, we have to stand because we can make the weight of the world look like wings.
Emotion, definitely. You spoke with such ache, a need to tell the world it's faults, because a little girl or boy should never have to feel this much sorrow out of a mistake or difference by both "matured" adults and children. Reading these words, I was shot back to every mistake, every ounce of pain and failure, every difference that was ever pointed out. It was beautiful in such a bitter way.
Tell about how YOU answered the question. You end with an unanswered question, but through your experiences I'm sure that you've thought of an answer whether it was an answer based off anger at the world or sadness for being different or just a plain answer. Why do people think it's the end of the world? Is it because difference in such a bleak and gray society is like a shot of reality and society can't accept that? Is it because everyone else is reminded of their own faults when others can stand proudly despite theirs?
Don't you ever let someone push you down and tell you you aren't good enough because they have no right. They have no right to tell you you can't be beautiful with a difference. Stutter or not, let your voice ring loud. When someone pushes you down, stand up, smile, and say "I'm so very sorry that you have to push others down so you can be seen as the tallest." Keep talking. Keep writing. Keep being heard because if you can stand despite such an awful experience and memory then you are encouraging others to do the same. Give us an answer to that question and shout it to the world because there are people who deserve to know that answer and you deserve to give it to them.
I look forward to your other writings and I hope that you continue playing your strength which, is case you didn't know, is writing with such sheer emotion. Play that card and share your storied through emotions, through laughter and sobbing, bitterness and anger, numbness and overwhelming, sorrow and joy. Continue. Playing. That. Strength.