I absolutely hate the word perfect.
"Perfect." I if said that to somebody and asked them what first came to mind I bet it would be a skinny, rich white girl with two parents, a brother and sister, living inside a mansion with her brand new car and Louis Vuitton hand bag. She would have straight hair, manicured nails, bright blue eyes and plump pink lips, be funny and outgoing with straight, blindingly white teeth. She would be organised and always seen smiling, have perky tits and a nice round ass with a 3 inch thigh gap. Have the most amazing boyfriend that did charity work every saturday. and I hate that.
The word perfect should mean you love yourself enough that you can look in the mirror and say to yourself I am loved, I am who I want to be, I am perfect. Perfection isn't having everything smoothed over, all imperfections tucked under the surface. No Perfection should be about you being able to flaunt your flaws and be proud that you have them because you do not have the exact same flaws as anybody else. It should be that if you were placed in front of the largest crowd possible that you wouldn't have to shift in your seat because of all the nasty things you think they're thinking.
You should be able to sit there and stare down each and every one of them projecting your thoughts into their minds with the words "I am perfect. Maybe not to you but to myself. I am happy, who are you to judge me." The only opinion that should matter is yours, your family and your significant other. If somebody were to come up to you and tell you that you're anything less than beautiful you should be able to flip them off or come up with a snarky comment back because you are who you are and you're proud.
Anybody who thinks any less should be removed from your life. asap.
🐙suck my tentacles🐙
