Judge Not.

So, we, as crips, don’t look like everybody else.  We might be proportioned unevenly, because we don’t walk, limbs might’ve not formed correctly, so, like my elbows stick out because of my CP, the same for my wrists and fingers.  Some limbs don’t form at all.  It might be a pigment thing like Vitiligo or Albinism.  It doesn’t have to land you in a chair or in braces.

Some people are fat…yes, I said the word, some people are fat, because of a condition like Hypothyroidism or Cushing’s syndrome.  It’s not that these guys are too lazy to get off their asses to exercise.  They’ve got serious internal things going on.

Watching the Paras last month, I learned that Cancer’s a real bitch to the body.  Many times, irrevocable things have to be done just for the person to survive.  Choices have to be made…life choices.  Pride has to take a backseat.  Self-esteem has to be rebuilt looking in the mirror.

Able-bodies aren’t immune.  Someone’s always gonna judge.  Speaking of judge, remember Dani Mathers, the bitch former Playmate, who took the pic of the old lady, who was STILL getting after it in the gym, and broadcasted it?  She chose 30 days graffiti removal with a side of 36 months probation…as opposed to going to jail for 45 days plus the 36 months probation.  It’s punishable by law.

Bottom line:  If you're gonna judge, judge what comes out of the mouth, it shows what’s in the heart.

Be good to each other.

-J-