A Doomed World We Live In.

From birth we are doomed. It's as plane and simple as that. Before we even are born we are stamped with some sort of a stereotype. In fact some times before your even born you can guarantee a few stereotypes. The first one coming from your culture or ethnicity. If you aren't part of the majority then you are of the minority and can be criticized or slandered. Then upon discovery of your gender, you gain more stereotypes looking to be who our parents are.

In elementary school we go in thinking everyone is your friend and everyone should be friends. However, even at a young age hurtful things can be done and said. If you don't talk right. If you can't kick a ball or you are scared of the monkey bars, Those kids will eat you alive like starving piranhas.  Now not everyone does this, but the ones that you want to be with most seem to be the ones that do it most. If you hold your S's too long you can be called a snake, if your laugh was too loud or sounded like an animal you'd be called that. At that rate I alone have been called Snake, hyena, donkey, howler monkey and a few other things from elementary to middle school.

Now everyone deals with bullies or teasing some time in there life, and the best places to shed your stereotypes and become a new person is threw a move or a change in schools. That's what helped me at least shed some of the mean nicknames. But because of who I was people are less likely to take me in as who I am.

Just a few months ago I was met with this hard, cold fact, as I walked threw campus and met a girl who'd been in elementary school with me. Some time into the conversation there was a moment of realization for the girl and her next sentence was, "Oh I think I remember you now, you're crybaby Ky."

That was almost seven or more years ago. Despite the two of us doing so many good things together the one thing she remembered was how sensitive I was and that I was teased and called crybaby Ky. I got so tired of being called names that towards my fifth grade my lunches I spent in the nurses office helping her, or in the library with a book.

To be honest though I didn't have a really bad childhood, just teasing that is well behind me now. Though somewhere in my life I went from a cute child to a judged girl. When you started to get a bit older you became part of the fashion trend. If you didn't look good forget it. No one cared how nice you were if you didn't smell good they didn't want to be around you. Though that never happened to be being the one avoided but I'd seen it. However if you were snobby and stuck up with a bit of sass and a good sense of fashion you were suddenly hot shot of the school. Then there were the athletes, the geniuses, and the lazy kids. Leaving kids that did a bit of everything to there own sort of a group. The outcasts.

About the same point all of this begins to happen we begin to be judged for how we look:

• Is your face clear
• Are you in good shape?
• Do you have greasy hair?
• Do you talk too much?

Just to list a few but there is so many more. Now instead of showing us pictures of acceptable people and how we realistically should look in life, we are given supper models to judge ourselves by. And even they don't always look so amazing. Technology today allows editors to go in and trim away some body fat and clear up some skin irritations. Leaving us to judge ourselves to Barbie style women while we all really are a bunch of little troll dolls. While she's got the curves and the legs we can't compare. Yet we do compare ourselves. How many times do you look in the mirror and complain, I wish my neck was longer, my boobs or butt were bigger, my tummy was slimmer, my thighs weren't so fat, that you had a thigh gap? To be honest I've worried about it to. But in truth, while everyone judges you. The most important person to concern about how you look, is you. Though life may tell you otherwise, it may see you as not up to standard the truth is how do you feel walking around in your skin?

Unless we face the truth that we aren't all Barbie, and some of us are little troll dolls, then we may never survive in this world and slowly we may begin to classify ourselves differently in society rather then just in high school.

Face the facts world, stop judging me because you're only judging yourself. Wake up and realize
it's time to change.