We live in a world of judgment, and very few of us are immune to it, either being guilty of judging others ourselves or feeling the pain from prejudice about how we look or act. I was raised in a religion that perfected judgment. Even under that system, I tried not to be judgmental, but once I left at 24 years old I really vowed to myself to accept people for whoever they are.
But we’re human. I shockingly find myself walking down the streets of downtown San Francisco thinking, “She really shouldn’t be wearing that,” or I’ll see teenagers hanging around the Haight Ashbury and wonder, “What are those kids up to? Probably no good.”
Recently, I’ve been aware of possible prejudice against me. On one side I’m known as ”sweet,” a rule follower, obsessive planner, serious but fun-loving, and all around “good” girl. But depending on what I’m wearing, people might not know the other side of me, as evident by my tattoos. I remained pure (though not innocent) throughout my 20′s, but on my 30th birthday, I got my nose pierced. Not too shocking for San Francisco. I worked for my bosses for 3 years before they even noticed it! Six months later, I got a small tattoo on the back of my left shoulder.