I have been guilty of judging people based on their looks, size, how they are dressed or even by the things they have or do not have. I have also been judged in all these areas myself. I have only looked at what was on the outside and did not bother to get to know the person. I toss them aside and do not bother to take the time to even speak to them, much like tossing a book aside you are sure you do not want to read it.
My first memory of doing this was in elementary school when I decided I did not like a little girl in my Brownie troop because her name was Millie. I decided I would not sit next to her because I did not like her name. One day I noticed she had sat down next to me so I got up and moved to a different group. She was nice to everyone including me, so there was no reason for me to treat her the way I did. Over the years I have had to realize that one of the things I have learned growing up was to judge others. Children learn by example, so while watching my father judge others and put them down, I was learning to do the same.
One of the things my mother constantly says to me when I am judging others is “You of all people, who has been judged and treated the way you have, should understand how it feels”. I was born premature and because of this I was smaller, looked and acted younger than my age. I had a hearing loss, an undiagnosed inner ear disorder that caused anxiety and fear of large objects and open spaces, I was on the autism spectrum which was undiagnosed until 2010, and had some learning disabilities. I spent a good deal of time during my childhood being judged by people who only saw my disabilities, they never saw me as a person who was capable of doing anything, I was purposely left out of activities that other kids were allowed to participate in. There were times when I had to fight to take art classes because all the teacher saw was a child who was slow in school so she expected me to be slow in all areas of my life.
Over the years I have seen my determination to try turn into an attitude of feeling defeated. I stopped fighting for what I should have been allowed to participate in, my fear of rejection took over, it began to rule my life in areas such as having to be perfect in everything I do in order to prove I was good enough.
I have had to realize that how I was treated has affected me greatly and how I relate to others. Even now, I am still judged, still left out, often not given a chance to do things, however this does not give me a license to do the same to others. I have always been taught to treat others how I want to be treated. I do not want to be judged, therefore I should not judge others. I need to give other people my time and attention regardless of their outward appearance. I need to not just toss them aside as if they do not matter. They may have something to offer or teach me or it could be the other way around, however I will never know if I keep judging them before I get to know them.

