WHY DO YOU STARE:

    Unfortunately this is not my imagination. So what is it about me that captivates your attention so much? Why is it that when I walk by, your eyes must follow? When did I become so mysterious to you? Where do you get the idea, the notion that I care for such observation?
    I am not some beauty queen. I don't dress in glamorous clothing. I do not ride in a limousine. My jewelry is not expensive. My hair is not done in an elite salon or by a personal stylist. I do not wear make-up.
    So why stare at me? Is it my height? Well, not everyone is under five-eight.
    Is it my hair coloring? It's dark-blonde with two sections of black; it's nothing special. Is it my hairstyle? It's to my shoulders, one section past and black, with a rat-tail in the back that's also black, and not always braided. Also, nothing special.
    Perhaps it's my clothing? I wear my brother's hand-me-downs mainly. They're more comfortable, and already broken in. They hang off me, but so does all my other clothing. Unless I wear women's size seven, it hangs off.
    Is it because I'm thin? I spent years with eating disorders, don't look on me with envy when it was stupidity that got me this way.
    Do you worry about my skin color? Yes, I'm pale. Extremely so. I don't go out much because I dislike the socializing with most people. I don't like your stares.
    Possibly it's my excessive jewelry? There's a lot I admit. But anyone can have them, if your parents or guardians allow. Mine only allowed me for simple reasons, I never take 'no' for an answer on something I want.
    Or is it at all possible, you stare because of my attitude? God played the nice trick of making an ice sculpture human. If I'm laughing, trust it doesn't last long. I don't give you your attention that you want when you stare at me. You annoy me. Piss me off to no end, and I want to know why you do it.