Being stared at is how one takes it. Some days, I feel pretty good about myself and it doesn't bother me. Why some days are different then others is beyond me? Today I felt like a giant rolling turd that should have gotten up and did a tap dance for the people who just need some kind of freak show-train wreck.
I know I shouldn't let people get to me, but they do, and they will, and I'll deal with it.
Yea, I look at persons that look different than myself, but I don't stare. It's just rude.
