Insert Rant. Add Coffee.
I'm well aware of the fact that the society we live in is obsessed with looks. You have to look a certain way, act a certain way, and be sure to avoid those who don't follow the rules.
I grew up in this society, knowing that I never quite fit in, because of how I look. I was picked on for years of my life. I spent countless nights crying myself to sleep, plotting ways to kill myself, writing shit down to get it out of my skull. I grew up the ugly kid, the one no one talked to, the one picked last for every activity, the one conviently left off invite lists, the one talked about and ridiculed. I was beat up because I looked differently. Talked down to. Underestimated. Left out. One doesn't have to tell me that society is fascinated with looks.
I don't open up to people because of how I was treated, I don't trust people because I've been convinced that they want nothing more than to use me to make themselves feel better, look prettier, more acceptable. If you stand next to the ugly fat girl, you look prettier and skinnier.
I don't try to hide my flaws behind makeup or certain articles of clothing. I'm proud of my flaws. They have made me who I am. I no longer feel the need to prove to people that I am acceptable, despite the way I look. Just because there's a fucking mole on my face and I don't fit in a size zero does not mean I am not completely capable of being a productive member of society. I can whatever job I place in front of myself, achieve whatever task, and I'll do it better than a lot of pretty girls.
If someone doesn't want to give me a job, talk to me, or be my friend because of looks...they aren't worth my time. They never have been, and most likely never will be. I don't feel the need to change myself in order to appease anyone. Yes, I'm going to change, grow as a person, but not as a direct result of someone not thinking I'm cute.
If you have a problem with my looks, my attitude, or the way I dress, I would appreciate it if you no longer talked to me. You are not worth my energy. I'm not going to change my looks to fit your preconception of how I should look or act. I'm not a fucking Barbie, and I don't want to be one. Perhaps you should change your way of thinking, then you'll be able to see a lot more beauty in the world in general. But hey, look at it this way. The mole is probably cancer, so I'll die long before you have to change the way you think.
If you have more substance, can look past the mole and chubs, then hey....we're cool.
I grew up in this society, knowing that I never quite fit in, because of how I look. I was picked on for years of my life. I spent countless nights crying myself to sleep, plotting ways to kill myself, writing shit down to get it out of my skull. I grew up the ugly kid, the one no one talked to, the one picked last for every activity, the one conviently left off invite lists, the one talked about and ridiculed. I was beat up because I looked differently. Talked down to. Underestimated. Left out. One doesn't have to tell me that society is fascinated with looks.
I don't open up to people because of how I was treated, I don't trust people because I've been convinced that they want nothing more than to use me to make themselves feel better, look prettier, more acceptable. If you stand next to the ugly fat girl, you look prettier and skinnier.
I don't try to hide my flaws behind makeup or certain articles of clothing. I'm proud of my flaws. They have made me who I am. I no longer feel the need to prove to people that I am acceptable, despite the way I look. Just because there's a fucking mole on my face and I don't fit in a size zero does not mean I am not completely capable of being a productive member of society. I can whatever job I place in front of myself, achieve whatever task, and I'll do it better than a lot of pretty girls.
If someone doesn't want to give me a job, talk to me, or be my friend because of looks...they aren't worth my time. They never have been, and most likely never will be. I don't feel the need to change myself in order to appease anyone. Yes, I'm going to change, grow as a person, but not as a direct result of someone not thinking I'm cute.
If you have a problem with my looks, my attitude, or the way I dress, I would appreciate it if you no longer talked to me. You are not worth my energy. I'm not going to change my looks to fit your preconception of how I should look or act. I'm not a fucking Barbie, and I don't want to be one. Perhaps you should change your way of thinking, then you'll be able to see a lot more beauty in the world in general. But hey, look at it this way. The mole is probably cancer, so I'll die long before you have to change the way you think.
If you have more substance, can look past the mole and chubs, then hey....we're cool.