Judge Someone By Their Appearance Novels & Stories

The mayor was simply judging based on facial expressions and seeing through the reality of the situation, whereas he didn’t know this girl and hadn’t seen her talent yet, so how could he possibly judge someone he didn’t know or understand? “Come on, if you think you’re great, step forward and show me! But if you’re just trash like you are, you should calm down and go home now rather than embarrass yourselves! But it seems like you really are just trash…” The girl, with a haughty and unbearable expression, insulted the young people there.

"Their egos can't handle it." "Why do you care?" I asked, studying her. Something about her presence felt different, less judgmental than most people at the Academy. "I don't, really. I just like watching people get what's coming to them." She tilted her head. "You're probably judging me based on my appearance, aren't you? I can see it on your face." I shrugged, not bothering to deny it. "Maybe." "Fair." She shrugged. "Everyone does. The nose ring, the eye ring, the way I dress, people assume things. Just like they assume things about you because you're an omega."

she asked, her voice taking on a sharp, almost aggressive edge, "would a poor, impoverished person like yourself think you deserve to sit in a classy place like that?" The words landed like a slap. Poor, impoverished person. She saw me, and she judged me, not on my intentions, but on my appearance, my perceived status. The familiar sting of being looked down upon, of being deemed unworthy, washed over me. It was the same condescension I’d faced from Donald’s associates, amplified by a cold, unfeeling judgment.

"Mam, if you do not leave, then I'll be forced to call security on you and also accuse you of theft." "Do as you please, Maleficent." Madam manager flared up so bad, she almost turned bright red. God, I seem to be enjoying this way too much, but I need to put high and mighty in their place because they can't just go about judging people based on how they look or dress. Not everyone likes to dress like the amount they have in their bank account. Some like to be humble and free. I wonder how many people they must have sent away because they judged them based on how they dress or look. God forbid a person saved up money to buy a luxurious outfit for themselves.

I ask her intensely. “Who won’t? You look good and always use seductive tones with me.” She said. I smirked, holding in a laugh about to spill out. A laugh out of pain though. “Zara, Zara, Zara.” I taunted. “People always tend to say things.” I start out. “They would always judge you by your outer appearance and ignore the real you deep down.” I add. “If people don’t talk about you, then you’re not significant. Lesson I learnt the hard way.” I voiced out again.

Their initial response seemed positive but as the conversation continued,i noticed a change in their expressions. It was as if their smile had faded, replaced with an unspoken dissatisfaction. I couldn't understand why, especially since I put so much effort into looking my best for the night. Doubt started to creep in, but I brushed it off, and enjoy my night, determined not let their judgement affect me. Then one of Jace friend felt the need to say his opinion. He leaned in and said, "Honestly, we expected Jace to bring someone that look more sensible and good looking. And most importantantly, someone who's down to earth.You look very far from that."

"Why do you think that I'm poor?" "Your clothes are ugly. Your bag looks old. You had to take River's car home because your parents were embarrassed to show themselves," Gigi explained in a belittling tone. Summer sighed heavily like an adult. "Gigi, you shouldn't judge people by their appearance. That's not a good thing to do. Besides, you shouldn't treat your friends based on their wealth. Mommy said, what we should look at in someone was their personality. We should look for good friends, not rich friends."

Stella questioned. " Don't judge a person by its look baby, you never really know a person just by its look, for that you have to know them by their heart and spend time with them to know their real behavior. And how they behave with people small to them and older to them when no one is really watching them tells a lot about a real person's personality. " Damian replied, kissing Stella on her lips.

Her tastes usually swung furry and to the prickish personality. Based on outward appearance factors alone, he seemed to be a decent guy. No visible signs of douchebaggery prevailed. But let's be honest. My judgment sucked. I've been fooled before. I assumed his outer packaging hid surprises within. Take me for example, completely average-looking human girl. I’ve dated hot werewolves and a sexy vampire. Did people question the sanity of our couplehood when they saw us together?

I declared. "How come it was based on facts when a judgment is just a mere opinion that you have regarding him?" she contradicted. "Let's say that we know him based on what he shows inside the university when he's with his friends, but he did a lot of good things for you, Tash, and that only proves that what we see about him is just a part of who he is. Come on, you don't want to give him a chance because you're afraid, am I right?"