Now playing: Be Yourself by Audioslave
Tonight, I spoke to a friend who appeared to be down although it would be the death of him just to admit it. For a while, I couldn't figure out what was wrong. Why was he down? Why did he feel as worthless as he did? And then the questions struck.
Did I ever look at a person's appearance just to name them my lover? I couldn't embrace the question any quicker...and I answered no in a jiffy. Let's be honest right here as I always do. Right from the start, I've never been the prettiest girl on the block. I don't have the body of the hottest models nor the face of the most amazing woman around. In fact, I had fats laying around my stomach, oil wobbling as I wave goodbye, pores at a large and I'm probably one of the LEAST femininely person around. I do no make up. I wear no skirts. I speak nothing but vulgarity. Who was I to judge someone else when I am a person of such to begin with?
No secret can be kept in the civilized world,
Society is a masked ball where everyone hides his real character,
And reveals it by hiding.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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