That girl you called a slut in class today. She's a virgin.
The pregnant girl, walking down the street, who overheard you whispering about her. She was raped. Committed suicide a few minutes ago.
The boy you called poor. He has to work every night to support his family. That girl you pushed down the other day. She's already being abused at home.
That girl you called fat. She's starving herself.
The old man you made fun of because of the ugly scars.
He fought for our country.
The boy you made fun of for crying. His mother is dying.
You think you know them.
Guess what? You don't.
The pregnant girl, walking down the street, who overheard you whispering about her. She was raped. Committed suicide a few minutes ago.
The boy you called poor. He has to work every night to support his family. That girl you pushed down the other day. She's already being abused at home.
That girl you called fat. She's starving herself.
The old man you made fun of because of the ugly scars.
He fought for our country.
The boy you made fun of for crying. His mother is dying.
You think you know them.
Guess what? You don't.
Your words hold power. Why not try using them to build people up, instead of tearing them down?