Who are we to judge?

Ok, I’m going to get serious here. I try to keep my blogs short and sweet-but I feel compelled to tell my story.
Since when is it ok to have unsolicited “D” pics sent to us women and vice versa “Vajayjay” and boob pics to a man?
We especially as women have always been targeted. We’re not pretty enough, we’re too fat,we’re to thin, we wear to much make-up or not enough. Or… we dress to matronly or too “slutty.” We have problem in our society with this. I blame the media, social media, the magazines, the movies, tv shows, etc.. They all show that women need to be beautiful all the time- This in my opinion sets the standards so high for men. It seems to be ok for a man to age. They become “distinguished”. We as women become shut out and told we’re too old after a certain age. What type of message is this sending our young girls. It’s a pretty “shitty” one if you ask me.
So when I have my profile pic up on a certain sight, I shouldn’t have to hide myself, I should be able to put a pic of me up. But lately I’ve taken them down because I get unsolicited pictures and inappropriate proposals. It becomes “judging a book by it’s cover.”
I feel society thinks it’s easy for someone who is pretty- that life is handed to them on a “silver platter.” Well, guess what -some of have to work hard to get what we want and to be taken seriously.
I’ve fought hard to accept who I am and who I’ve become. I was an “ugly duckling” as a child. Very thin, no boobs and straggly hair. I always wanted to fit in with the “cool kids”. In middle school some boys would make fun of me and call me “flat as a board” or “flat as a pancake.”  Yes, I was bullied, but it wasn’t taken seriously by anyone.  I was always afraid to wear dresses and shorts to school. I was so self conscious about my skinny legs. I was a dancer and a swimmer-somehow my teammates and fellow dancers were the only ones I felt comfortable around. In highschool I would get accused of being anorexic or bulimic-when only my family and closest friends knew I ate like a pig and never threw my food up.
There were times I would go home in tears. My mom was the greatest. She would just tell me they were all jealous. I of course as a  teen didn’t believe this. I thought why are these “mean girls” jealous of me?
As I look back it all makes sense. Body image has always been a thing. Just look at all the magazines and what we see on social media, etc…
But, I’ve always asked myself this question- Who decides who is pretty, who decides who isn’t? Why can’t we just look at people without judgement? It’s what’s on the inside that counts. We need to get to know the person on the inside before passing judgement. This needs to start as a very young child. Children need to be taught that it doesn’t matter what a person looks like, what a person is wearing, what that person’s culture, religion or color of their skin is. They need to be taught that we are all equal. Get to know the person first, be kind, stop judging, stop assuming!
And yes guys, we don’t all want your “D” pics sent to us nor do we want to send our boobs and vajayjays to you.
We are human beings who deserve respect, love and a chance to be who we want to be in this world.
My motto is: “Do you!”
As always: Keep Smiling!!! (: