I am me, you are you, GTFO.

[smoshme2]

Sometimes it feels like the whole world's against me.
I'm never good enough.
Pretty enough.
Skinny enough.
Why do people have an image of the perfect human in their heads?
Who says you're perfect or not?
Who the fuck has the right of giving you that label?
'Cause what I've learned, is that you can't be someone you're not,
So you shouldn't even try it.
You have been given a body,
a mind,
and a soul.
A chance.
You are supposed to live that to the fullest.
And not spend your life on trying to be something,
that's not genetically decided.
You can't change your true self.
You can't change your mind.
Neither can you change your soul.
So fuck those skinny bitches.
Prada shoes are too expensive,
And they're not even comfortable.
Skinny jeans are not even to be found in my size.
And I'm just fine with the size and shape of my lips,
as long as I can still talk.
And use my mind, to get further in life.
Your outside is just a package,
to keep safe what's on the inside,
what's actually important.
And I may not come with a ribbon around me.
My package isn't silk, but cardboard,
AND I'M TOTALLY FINE WITH IT.