And The Battle Continues...

Back to square one eh?

Yea, it was a bad hair day. No, I'm sorry, it was a good day, but the world waits to point out any hint of a flaw!

I've fought this battle before, and each time I encounter this enemy, it feels more like an unending war! Like "The War On Terrorism", it will never end. And my heart weeps that the mind cannot bring an end to this enemy.

My heart wept bitterly for all the times I've heard such comments - comments on people's physical appearances, be it my own or of a stranger walking by. And the sorrow turned to anger. My mind burned with fury for all those comments and for the people that made them. Who placed you on the seat of judgement? What right do you have?

To look into the mirror and not point out a physical flaw has been something I have not been able to do for many years. And every time you make a comment you eat at my courage to face this enemy. Don't you get it? Don't you understand how you destroy me with your words?

It is immaturity and ignorance that breathes those condescending words. And all I have for you is hatred.

Yet the moment passes, and the ire subsides and all that is left is heartache and memories that make you squirm. Every word, the tone, the expression is seared in your memory.

And I will carry this with me all the days of my life.

My heart is heavy, and once again it weeps. Yet this time it isn’t just my heart.

I close my moistened eyes, and let that single tear roll down.