Where I saw her as attractive, I couldn't help but think she wondered why she just couldn't be herself around everyone. Just wanting to be pretty, yet not labeled as such; wanting to be seen, accepted, as something other than an object of curiosity. Maybe wondering why people couldn't just accept her so she could be free to feel... well, pretty? I wish she and I could have had a moment to talk, maybe over a cup of coffee so I could learn her mind and she could know I don't judge her. But, again, that would make her feel like a curiosity. I would have hated making her feel that way. I remember smiling in the knowledge of how my attitudes have matured in more and better ways than I could have ever imagined.
Who she is, is more important than why she is. We might not like the answer if we look for the “why” of it. Better we learn to accept people for who, what, and why they are, even if we don’t know, as long as they live their lives in peace and allow everyone else to do the same. If you’d like to read the rest of this post, please follow the attached link: Quietly Confused
