Pretty People
Facebook...agh, probably the fakest place on earth. Where you post your best (heavily edited) pictures and share what an amazing adventure you are having today.
The thing is we forget it is fake and read it and feel inadequate, not good enough, as if we don't fit in, when in reality every one is just the same as you. (For the most part)
Lately I have been feeling like this too. I see all these amazingly gorgeous people on my friends lists, looking so angelicly pretty or visiting some awesome place, wearing the most elaborate of outfits.
Then I look in the mirror and see my 5 hairs I have left on my head, my ugly ass fat jeans (nothing else fits anymore) and my plain, boring bed room.
*sigh*
I am ever so plain.
I feel dull.
But then I look closer at the things surrounding me, in what is my plain, boring bedroom.
Pictures of my friends and I (un edited!!!) Dressed as pirates and fairies.
My Amy Brown prints I bought in 2002, that brought me closer to my fantasy art friends.
My Queen Elsa cape is trailing on the floor...
There is a sword lying next to my bed...
my bed posts are make shift wig holders...
And then I think. "Wow, I am very peculiar." :)
I like being me. I just wish I had more people to share "me" with. Kindred spirits. Friends.
The thing is we forget it is fake and read it and feel inadequate, not good enough, as if we don't fit in, when in reality every one is just the same as you. (For the most part)
Lately I have been feeling like this too. I see all these amazingly gorgeous people on my friends lists, looking so angelicly pretty or visiting some awesome place, wearing the most elaborate of outfits.
Then I look in the mirror and see my 5 hairs I have left on my head, my ugly ass fat jeans (nothing else fits anymore) and my plain, boring bed room.
*sigh*
I am ever so plain.
I feel dull.
But then I look closer at the things surrounding me, in what is my plain, boring bedroom.
Pictures of my friends and I (un edited!!!) Dressed as pirates and fairies.
My Amy Brown prints I bought in 2002, that brought me closer to my fantasy art friends.
My Queen Elsa cape is trailing on the floor...
There is a sword lying next to my bed...
my bed posts are make shift wig holders...
And then I think. "Wow, I am very peculiar." :)
I like being me. I just wish I had more people to share "me" with. Kindred spirits. Friends.