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" Ummm.... what are you staring at? What? You've never seen armless girl before? Just because we're rare doesn't mean we don't exist! I guess it's fine though, I'm used to it by now. It's not like you're the only one. I get looks everywhere I go. A little peek here, a scowl there, the occasional little kid who stares at me like I'm some sort of sideshow.. They try to be discrete, for the most part, but I always see them, whether they realize it or not. I normally just smile and give them a little wave, of course it's not really a wave, rather an awkwardly short wiggle of one of my stumps, same thing though. Some people laugh and wave back, but most just dart their heads the other way and pretend it never happened. After all this time I've learned to just shrug it off, I guess 'shrugging it off' should be easy with these little stumps... But sometimes it stiill gets to me. It's like, at times, that I don't even exist. It's like missing my arms, which makes me physically less of a woman, also makes me less of a woman metaphorically. Like I don't deserve your time or attention? I mean seriously what the hell? They're literally just two little nubs! I mean they're just freaking STUMPS who cares?! Nobody goes berserk when the see a tree stump! Then why do my kind of stumps cause such a bother? Sometimes I wish everyone could have a little pair of stumps like mine for a day to see how I live. Just what it's like to be an amputee. To have unwanted attention all the time. To be stricken with so much anxiety that you wear oversized coats just to have a chance to hide the fact that you're missing your arms. It's hard. Sometimes my anger boils over and I let loose like I did to you. I don't mean it, it just happens. Then I immediately regret it because here's this little armless girl having a tantrum with some random stranger in the middle of some random store. Ugh it's challenging, but you know what? It's ME. I can't change it, so I have to embrace it. I have stumps and that's the way it is. I learn to let the bad ones go, and hang on (how would I hang on though lol, I guess that's my problem) to the good ones. At least that's what I try to tell myself. Anyways, thanks for letting me ramble, you don't know how much us armless girls need this."

(Sorry if this was a bit more of a downer, I just felt like writing it. Let me know if you guys like this more "realistic" approach)

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" Ummm.... what are you staring at? What? You've never seen armless girl before? Just because we're rare doesn't mean we don't exist! I guess it's fine though, I'm used to it by now. It's not like you're the only one. I get looks everywhere I go. A little peek here, a scowl there, the occasional little kid who stares at me like I'm some sort of sideshow.. They try to be discrete, for the most part, but I always see them, whether they realize it or not. I normally just smile and give them a little wave, of course it's not really a wave, rather an awkwardly short wiggle of one of my stumps, same thing though. Some people laugh and wave back, but most just dart their heads the other way and pretend it never happened. After all this time I've learned to just shrug it off, I guess 'shrugging it off' should be easy with these little stumps... But sometimes it stiill gets to me. It's like, at times, that I don't even exist. It's like missing my arms, which makes me physically less of a woman, also makes me less of a woman metaphorically. Like I don't deserve your time or attention? I mean seriously what the hell? They're literally just two little nubs! I mean they're just freaking STUMPS who cares?! Nobody goes berserk when the see a tree stump! Then why do my kind of stumps cause such a bother? Sometimes I wish everyone could have a little pair of stumps like mine for a day to see how I live. Just what it's like to be an amputee. To have unwanted attention all the time. To be stricken with so much anxiety that you wear oversized coats just to have a chance to hide the fact that you're missing your arms. It's hard. Sometimes my anger boils over and I let loose like I did to you. I don't mean it, it just happens. Then I immediately regret it because here's this little armless girl having a tantrum with some random stranger in the middle of some random store. Ugh it's challenging, but you know what? It's ME. I can't change it, so I have to embrace it. I have stumps and that's the way it is. I learn to let the bad ones go, and hang on (how would I hang on though lol, I guess that's my problem) to the good ones. At least that's what I try to tell myself. Anyways, thanks for letting me ramble, you don't know how much us armless girls need this."

(Sorry if this was a bit more of a downer, I just felt like writing it. Let me know if you guys like this more "realistic" approach)