Me?

Justice Sanders

Who is she?

Where is she from?

What happened to her?

What does she do?

She is special. She has black hair, though you can never see it because she is constantly hiding it up underneath wigs and extensions.

She is the spitting image of her mother and father combined. His broadness. Her features. Both their strength.

She refuses to be anything less.

Justice is a dreamer. She always dreams of beauty. Her eyes may not ever be closed long enough to call it sleep but she dreams her life away. The best thing about her dreams is that she can make them realities. She has never believed in the word impossible.

Justice likes to believe in everything, good or bad, because she knows that whether it’s true or not it still exists somewhere.

It may not make sense to most but it makes sense to her. She often plays in her own mind doing the things that she has trouble with in real life. Her favorite thing to do in her mind is dance. She used to be in ballet and she used to be in the modeling school with barbizon but, because she never had the financial stability and, the world has its own ideas of what beauty really is, she quit.

The one thing she could never give up on and no one ever made her feel bad about was her singing. She still sings to this very day, and it’s much louder than it used to be.

Justice never thought of her voice as repulsive and vile like she did most of her body. She could sing a child to sleep with her voice, maybe even talk down the suicidal. Justice was that type of person that never saw a flaw in her natural design, just didn’t like how she had tweaked it over the years.

She wanted everyone to admire her like they did models or superstars. She wanted to feel just as beautiful and wear what she pleased whenever she pleased. There was a light that had died in her soul when she was told she was too big or she needed to eat less. The life she grew up with was beautifully tragic and she loved it for its ups and its downs. She wanted the best for herself but she really just wanted to make people happy. She wanted to please everyone and do the things that would make her the best in everyone's eyes.

Sadly that wasn’t something that was ever going to happen, because you can’t please everybody all the time. For that would be a perfect world and we do not live in such a utopia. There are flaws. There are struggles. There are bigots. There are racists. There are fascists. There are killers. There are schizophrenics. There are meek and feeble minded people. There are diseases. There are rules. There are problems with almost no solutions. There is such a thing as DEATH. And she couldn’t handle it until………..

She realized her worth

Something most people often forgot because of the way society turned a blind eye to their feelings.