The only two things I have learned in Korea

There are only two things I have learned in Korea.

1. I am repulsive and morbidly obese. My looks are meant to be either ridiculed or cowered at like I'm some sort of movie monster.
2. I am not a person. I am an object, a tool meant to be used and then thrown away when my usefulness has expired. I have no inherent value; the only "worth" I have is what I can be used for. I am not deserving of the classification "human being," and I do not deserve the dignity or respect that comes with the title. I am an object. That's all I am and all I ever will be.

I'm probably going to be banned for life from Korea on Saturday. However, given the experiences I've had here, especially these past 2 months, I say good riddance. Let 'em throw me away. I am of no use to the Korean people, and after all, I am an object with no inherent worth besides what I can be used for, so who am I to protest or otherwise try to stop 'em?

I can't wait until I go to Japan and can put these horrible memories behind me forever. I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt that this experience has left scars that will never heal.