When did hate become the new cool?
When did beauty mean fake?
When did love turn into nothing?
Watched Hairspray and 27 dresses Today.
It's such a shame when you see these girls at your school act so... fake. They put on a pretty face with an ugly smile of knives and simply... choose to ignore the good things in life. So wrapped in themselves, pretending to laugh at things they don't find funny. 5th graders going out as a status symbol.
What the HELL is wrong with us?
What is beautiful? Is it the girl with an angelic face and skinny body, who treats you like shit?
Or the girl who's a little chubby and has a few pimples, with all her own little quirks, but is still a good person?
My friends may not be considered "beautiful" by today's impossible flawless standards, but they are good people. So I think they are. They can shine like stars whenever I want, because they can just roll out of bed and still put a smile on your face.
I don't consider myself beautiful. I don't really understand this image of beauty; because it seems I don't qualify because I'm not a stick and I eat like a pig.
I have my quirks. But I'm NOT typical.
It's scary y'know? When you see people with pretty faces. They all look like... clones. Straight hair, red lips, little bodies...
Conform, conform, conform. That's all I can hear sometimes.
I may be shy sometimes. But I will tell you exactly what I think. I won't sugarcoat it.
We all have our quirks. It makes special.
It makes us beautiful
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