The trees were swaying as the spider spun in its web. I stared down the creature, from its tiny legs to the waist, backflips trying to get the web perfect. This reminded me of people how we all judge the shy kid in the corner. We even objectify them. “Why do they not say anything.”

“Is it because they do not have any talent.”

We hear the snickers, the laughs that erupt. Not getting certain things because of your shy outlook. If someone were to outlook us instead of only seeing our head in the arms appearance, maybe they could see the resemblance when I look at a spider and say:

“Hey thats my spirit animal, I am not a fox, flamingo, tiger I am a spider, misunderstood, quiet, but if you watch carefully they begin to do incredible things.