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There are so many "attractive" people, and so many people with "attractive" personalities. I've taken a look around, and in this city alone, there are at least a million people, and about half of them meet either of those criteria, and some of the time, both, and that pretty much goes for the rest of the world's population of whatever six-billion-plus people there are. When I realized that, however long ago it was, I decided that it didn't even fucking matter anymore. I stopped worrying about it. None of it fucking matters to me. I live in my own fucking little world, and there those people have no say in how I feel, or what I think about myself, only I can decide who does that. It just doesn't fucking matter. I do what the fuck I want to, think what I want to, unadulterated, and that's all that matters: freedom. Fuck your norms, fuck your beauty, what good is it? The ultimate power is controlling another individual, having a say in someone else's life, but I won't give them that. True beauty lives in existence, just the fact that we exist, not in how we're formed. Look in the mirror sometime, think that. Beauty does not exist with in curves, texture, colours, but in the idea that we were given a chance to live, and we are alive. There may be six billion people who can say that, but it is not relative, not like orthodox attractiveness. If you and the ugliest person were the only person alive with the "ugliest" person, you'd be the most "beautiful", right? Fuck that. What's the point in worrying?