Humanity Ugly and Beautiful

Humanity Ugly and Beautiful

Humanity Ugly and Beautiful


I’ve always found a titillation of enjoyment in my life because I live it as a walking, talking ‘oxymoron.’

I’m Sick to death of people judging people based on appearance and bank account. I’m a far cry from a bleeding heart, politically correct woman if ever there was one, but there is a difference between picking dumb ass battles and battles worthy of merit.

I can read a person’s body language and facial expressions to know that their expensive, overly priced haircut, and brand name label clothing selves, are judging me based on my appearance. Their expression and body language scream, “white trash, leech on society, welfare scum, freak, low-life, bad mom.” They will point and make comments, going out of their way to avoid being “contaminated” by the “likes” of me.

These people are so fast to judge me because I have purple hair, dress in your average clothes, have a lip ring and enough tattoos that I’m running out of room to get more. Based on my appearance, they feel they have the right to pass judgment on me and whether I’m a good mom. Sickening enough Facebook for all of it’s rules allowed a group (that I fought hard to remove) were the main mandate was to take children away from parents who have tattoos. Moreover, they wanted people with tattoos to have their children removed because they claimed we were all abusive and that we should be placed in jail until we agree to have our ink removed.

Sure I could live by societies rules about what is considered right or not, but how can I live by something I don’t agree with? I’m not going to conform to how they think I should dress or act because they say it’s “correct.” I’m going to be myself; raise my children the way I want them to be when they grow up – true to themselves, not how others think they should be. And I’m going to live my life based on what I feel is going to provide the best Karma. All of these self-serving, judgmental people are the ones that someday are going to have to answer for their holier than thou attitudes.

If some of these judgmental asses would take a moment to ask themselves why I might choose to live the way I do – they might be humbled. They might be lucky enough to realize that no one cares what possessions you had in life, it’s the legacy you leave behind that truly matters. They see purple hair and think the worst, but if they were to ask me, they’d find out I wear it in support of my son. My son has Lennox-Gastaut Syndrome Epilepsy, which is the second worst type of Epilepsy you can have. If they took a closer look at my tattoos, they would notice they all mean something to me and show support for many causes and life changes. As for my ordinary clothes – I like to be comfortable and down-to-earth and don’t see the point in getting one top for the price of getting a whole outfit. I admit to a large amount of joy when I confuse these biased douches who judge me and the look on their faces when I drive off in a new sports car is priceless. Moreover, if they took the time to realize the amount of money it cost to have my show of support tattooed, they might realize that I have more money than they give credit for; being inked doesn’t mean poverty.

They know nothing of my life, why I do the things I do, how I raise my children (who all have disabilities of one sort or another), they just see me and pass judgement that they are better than me. I’ve been working hard to ingrain in my children that society as a whole – sucks! That while people like to have bleeding hearts for the stupidest of reasons, they also love to judge and pass a blind eye on the real problems in life.

My sixteen and seventeen-year-old (and myself when I am able too) volunteer at a kitchen to help feed the homeless. While most teens (hell most adults for that matter) can only think of themselves, my kids maintain honor roll, help with their disabled brother, help around the house, and on weekends give their free time to help those who have less. They don’t shy away from finding people who may look (and possibly be) dirty or scruffy and take the time to sit with them and lend an ear or a kind word. They don’t judge these people because they are down on their luck – they count their blessings for what they have and know that hard-luck can happen to the best of people. Just because someone is homeless or close to being homeless doesn’t make them any less of a person or a part of our society. I couldn’t be prouder of my children and the strengths, goals and sense of self my children are maturing into. 

People need to get off of their high horses and realize that bad things happen! It can happen to anyone including themselves, stop judging people based on appearance and money and start judging them based on their personality and heart!

I was provided this video from the lady who gives more of herself than anyone expects, so she can organize and help those less fortunate. I’d like to share the video and link and ask that you share. When I watched this video and saw all the cold-hearted comments and the sickening way people behave, I was ashamed for some of the people I call my peers.

I cannot thank the people in this world who think of others and act on those thoughts, to help out when they can. People like I met while volunteering my time this past weekend help bring back pride and the true meaning of being a society that cares…thank you all.

Click to read; Homeless Canadians brought to tears by the mean things people say about them.