Labels suck.

Well, the title says it all.  Labels suck.  They're presumptuous and rude.

Apparently you're not beautiful if you're not thin?

And this guy lives with his mom and plays Wold of Warcraft all day?

She's a rich daddy's girl whose never suffered a day in her life?

What if the girl on the top has a really slow metabolism, has cancer, or ya know, just likes food?

What if the guy in the middle is living with his mom so he can take care of his mother who's suffering from Alzheimer's, works three jobs, and just happens to unwind to W.O.W?

What if I told you the girl on the bottom was brought up in a family of abuse and poverty?  That she fought and clawed her way to get a better education for herself?

And.... what about this girl?  What about me?

Would you guess that this girl went through abuse from three family members?  And all forms of abuse from many family members?  That she attempted suicide many times?  That she thinks she's ugly and chubby?  That she survived a drug overdose?  That she survived anorexia?  That she survived binge eating?  That she survived the worst kind of depression and anxiety?  That she got married at eighteen and was looked down upon by everyone who knew and loved her?  That she married for love, and not because she was pregnant?  That she deals with many diseases, including Fibromyalgia, and Multiple Sclerosis?  That she was told she'll succumb to M.S. by the time she's thirty five?  That her Hypothyroidism makes fighting depression, anxiety, and the image of "fat" even harder?  That she's also raising four, small children?  That she's an amazing person who loves everyone.  That she loves to laugh.  That she loves to sing, read, play video games, watch movies, drink tea, go hiking, spending time with family and friends, texting those close to her, just to check up on them.  That she kicks arse at makeup.  That she always knows what to say, even in awkward situations.  That she can make you feel better and loved, no matter what.  That because she's been through so much, she means it, with her heart on a plate, when she says, "I am so sorry you're going through that."  That she'll never judge you based off what she doesn't know.  That she'll always give you the benefit of the doubt.  That she'll give you the shirt off her back.

She is complex.  She is not, like pictures could suggest, into herself, "too girly", or too good for anyone.  She is real.  She is a person.  She has feelings, and she rocks.  She is me.  No labels.  I am not depression.  I am not makeup, I am not abuse.  I have become this beautiful cocktail of what these things made of me.  I am strong.  I am aware.  I am a fighter.

People are always shocked when I tell them how much disease I have.  "But you're so young.  And you're skinny.   I thought you'd be fat."  Wha...?

Hence the, "but you don't look sick" movement.  It's huge.  Google it.  People who are dying and suffering on the inside, with absolutely no visible signs on the outside.  Would you look at this girl and say she's terminal?  No way, neither would I.  Would you look at her and guess showering is as much of a chore as running fifty laps around a track for you?  That she tires from raising her arms?  That she acts normal around family and friends so they don't say, "you whine so much!"  Or, "no one wants to hear about your pain."  But this tires her out, and she needs an entire week to recover from acting "normal."  Or that she never gets tired of hearing, (that was sarcasm) "but you look so good!"  That is takes her two hours to look like a normal person.

Please don't judge.  It's sooooo hurtful.  It's untrue, and it's not only damaging to the person you do it to, it takes a little piece of your humanity away.  Don't be that person.  Find the good.  Every single person on this planet has something good about them.  Every single person on this earth is going through a challenge.  Think again if you think you're the only one stressed or going through what you're going through.  We're all fighting our demons.  And it doesn't matter how you'd handle someone else's situation.  You've never been in it, so shut up.  :)  They're doing the best they can based off their cocktail life made out of them.  End of story.  Spread nothing but love.  There is no room for hate.  None at all.  And if that's all you have to dish out, and yes, I can say this, because I used to be that person, you'll have nothing but anger, sadness, and fear.  And that is no way to live.  It's very dark and lonely.

Don't judge a person just because their trial is different than yours.

So that "fat" girl?  She starves herself.  She's tired of being made fun of.  That skinny girl you tell to "eat a sandwich?"  She eats like a cow, and can't gain weight.  Whose fault is that?  Yours.