I am horribly self-conscious.
I put on a shell of confidence and humor because I am terrified of the person inside.
I am fearful of my inside yet ashamed of my outside.
How did this happen?
How did we become so hateful towards our own bodies, our reflections and our identities?
Why has the world become an ugly place of self-discimination?
Everything changes, yet everything stays the same.
We hate and we hurt.
We put on faces of inferiority.
We also put on faces and images of proactive anticipation towards positive change.
Does it help?
Or is it just to cover up the fear and hate we hold within us, towards ourselves?
Does anybody fully love themselves anymore?
Has anybody ever truly loved the person that they are?
Or has society taught us only to see our flaws?
Our beautiful imperfections have become disgusting.
We disguise ourselves every single day. We hide the beautiful parts of us that make us unique, and we cover them up with masks of unforgiving and misconcieved beauty.
When did we learn to hate ourselves, hate others, and envy the tiny perfections we are taught to “want to be”?
“The condition, state, or quality of being free from all flaws or defects”.