Stares are the one thing that I will probably never get used to even though it happens just about every 2.5 seconds. Why people's eyes decide to gravitate towards me, is beyond my knowledge; but y'all gotta stop. Your stares feel like an endless abyss of judgement; and I'm just about done trying to figure out whether or not people are staring at me just because I'm a caramel coated human being. Keep your eyes to yourself please. It is a violation of the air surrounding my body. You're invading my insecurities, and nobody has the time for that.
Eyes have a powerful hold; it can emphasize someone's crush, interest, curiosity, or even hatred towards and individual. Needless to say, I get stares on a daily basis whether I'm reading a book in the library, picking my wedgie while walking, answering a question in class, or grabbing some food in the cafeteria. Your stares pierce my soul and the self conscious me starts to come out:
"Is there and endless stream of toilet paper running from my pants?"
"Do I smell like Satan's armpit?"
"Is it because I'm an Independent Black Woman?"
"Do they think I am a behemoth?"
"Are my eyebrows not on fleek?"
"Did I say something?"
"Is there some serious cameltoe going on right?"
"Do these plaid pants not match with my burgundy scarf?"
"Do they think I'm weird?"
"Is my cellulite extra cellulitey today?"
"Is my counter not blended?"
"Is there something in my teeth?"
"Did I miss an entire patch of hair even though I shaved last night?"
"Do they think I'm stupid?"
"Did I laugh too loud?"
"Am I embarrassing myself?"
"Do my pants look like a crime scene from SVU?"
"Did I fart and just not hear or feel it?"
"Why are they staring?"
"Why?"
"Why?"
"Why?"
#StopStaring y'all.
