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August Pullman is a 10 year old kid who has facial deformities. Due to this, he and his family have found it difficult to cope with life. As correctly portrayed in this film, the world fails to accept people who aren't ordinary.

August, commonly known as Auggie in the film, is laughed at, stared at, made fun of almost wherever he goes. As a result, he has been home-schooled by his supportive mother who now thinks its time for him to join a real school. Auggie's obstacles in school have been brilliantly shown from three perspectives: Auggie's very own, his rather neglected sister and his best friend Jack Will. As the movie proceeds, a lot of characters and plots are introduced which all blend in perfectly in the end.

One of the reasons why this movie is definitely right up there with one of the best movies I have ever watched is because it focuses on simple things in life, an example of it being the quality of being kind to others. However, the reason why I decided to write a blog about this movie is because Wonder shows us that we're all, in some way or the other, not ordinary and that it is okay to be so. Most of us shy away from revealing our traits that make us different. From body deformity to a particular habit, it could be anything.

If Auggie can ultimately accept the fact that he isn't ordinary because of his facial deformity and still be able to be loved by others, why can't you, why can't I, and why can't we all accept our own little flaws?

The movie ends with Auggie quoting the following lines-
"Be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle. And if you really want to see what people are, all you have to do...is look."

 So, in conclusion, for every person out there who doesn't feel confident enough to reveal their traits- please don't hold back- for those who truly love you, will always find perfection in your imperfections.

Peace. 

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