Always, this constant fascination with commercialized definition of beauty.
This deadly obsession about perfection.
Like a freaking annoying bug in the ear.
I’m walking away from it. I will respect my mind,body and soul.
I wish many things, that this will one day go away. That I do not have to succumb to world standards, some kind of evil barcode I should have – imprinted on the back of my neck.
This is insulting, having to face this. That I am not equal if I do not look a certain archtype. I do not deserve the same opportunities if I do not behave like how YOU want me to. Or I am less perfect just because you do not see the grey area that is the bigger picture in my lenses.
But this will never go away right. Because this is life.
Ice cream here I come.