Uprooted pages are the scars of a book. they leave a small piece of what once belonged there and let us wonder, what caused her being torn out of home? Whose hand did she take that was dragging her behind? We notice them like scars on one’s tender skin. They fade but never leave and remind us, our body heals what weakens us.
I’m tired of society always putting people into categories, just because they share superficial characteristics. They don’t even try to look beyond the borders of what they can see. It basically favours judgement, which can cause Prejudice, Discrimination and Stereotyping. So while we try to increase our self-esteem, we‘re constantly being put down by the idea of getting defined by one of those categories. We start questioning our own uniqueness and that shouldn’t happen.
Self Reflection 