My mom often points out how much I look like my best friend. We both have shoulder length hair, layered of course, and with bangs that hang over our eyes. Our only physical difference is that she is much taller than I am. I'm no longer surprised when people think we're sisters, because after hanging out with her for the past thirteen years of my life, I'd expect to look something like her.
Okay, so in the past week the utter nonsense of labeling people has really come to light in my mind.
Not because it's unfair.
Not because it's based primarily on appearance, which the majority of us can't change significantly.
Not because it's often hurtful and exclusionary.
Rather, because it just doesn't matter.
Now, we can all talk about politics and presidents and why this policy sucks and why that media coverage is made of fail, but there are somethings that some people will never be able to understand. That is the world of high school.
and this is the third row.
