My parents think it’s weird that I don’t care about how I look. My mom has already made plans to get my stomach tied and my father complains about how I dress in my pajamas. Yes, that’s right. Pajamas. But I don’t get it.
There’s so many worse things in life than being overweight, or having acne, or having a couple bad hair days. There’s no point for me to over-dress in school or home. 1) I’m never going to see these people in school ever again after I graduate. Why should I care what they think? They aren’t planning my future. 2) If I don’t dress up for school, why am I going to dress up for sleep?
I’m surrounded by people who are more beautiful than me and that’s okay. I don’t mind because I don’t see myself as ugly. Accepting that there are people more beautiful than you is not a bad thing, or at least I don’t think so. Being uncomfortable in your own skin is bad; however, I’m not. And I would hope every person realizes its okay to not be up to the standard of “beauty.” Really, everyone thinks everyone cares when really no one cares how you look. No one.
And should they honestly care, then they probably have issues of themselves. No one gives grief to others if they aren’t grieving themselves.
I just thought I’d shine my opinion on self-view because I’m really starting to see how comfortable I am with myself. Sure, there are times when I falter and wish I could do something about my appearance but then I remind myself something. This is my shell. This is my temple. This is my home. My organs create and carry life for me so as long as they’re healthy, I’m breathing, and my shell, temple, and home aren’t broken -I’m okay.
I don’t need fancy clothes, great hair, or perfect skin.
I need my body to perform so that I can live.
I really, really think people can’t see past their problems. That the world has much larger things going on. You can waste so much time trying to please others. When really, you cant please anyone. Only yourself.
I cannot stand these girls who are always running around and praising their good morals. “I’m going to stay a virgin,” and “I don’t smoke or do drugs ‘cause its not cool,” are the most annoying things I hear people say. Good. That’s great. Don’t have sex or do drugs, whatever. But stop putting down people who do. Just because other people’s version of fun differs from yours doesn’t call an invitation to show your résumé of moral-fucking-greatness.
Even worse, “I don’t have sex/take pictures of my boobs because I have respect for myself.” So do these other girls! Maybe they like it, because they’re fearless bastards with open-minds and free-atittudes. Let a girl show her body if she thinks it’s beautiful. Why should you care? Stop being a child. The real world has much scarier things than a girl (that IS NOT you), showing her goodies, to worry about. Calm down.
Also, I don’t even understand why anybody would want to cover their bodies. The human ananomty is a beautiful, glorious thing; celebrate it!
Child, if you want to wait for some made up fairy-tale man, go ahead. If you dont want to do drugs, whatever. And if you feel girls are trashy because they show their boobies, then get a life. I think it’s human nature to want to be a “wild-child” of some sorts. To rebel, and pierce things, and have intimacy and passion with people (sometimes people you don’t even know!) because its fun. It’s life, and we only get this time once. So shut up with your morals that are going to suspend you from having crazy stories and a Teenage Wasteland to look back on. The rest of us are going to have fun in our crazy Underworld. You can sit and hold your head high on a pedestal that, frankly, none of us care about.