8 A quiet message to the little you who felt judged:

 


Dear Me,

They stared.
Some laughed.
Some looked away.

Even the children seemed afraid.

And in those moments, you thought:
“Maybe I am ugly. Maybe they’re right.”

But they weren’t.

You weren’t ugly.
You were tired. You were swollen. You were sick.

And no one told you that even in that state —
you were worthy of being treated with kindness.

But I’m telling you now:
You were never something to fear.
You were someone to care for.
You were someone who needed softness, not silence.

You didn’t scare them.
Their hearts just weren’t taught to understand pain that shows on the outside.


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