We spend our lives waiting for someone to come along and make it better.
We dream and fantasize from the starting age of four when we have princes and superheroes to compare those with.
And with that, we create the perfect other.
Brown hair, brown eyes, full lips.
Black hair, blue eyes, graceful hands.
Red hair, green eyes, fit.
Though, we picture only physical traits.
Handsome, beautiful, strong.
Can we not compare ourselves to someone of a kind soul instead of someone with a better body?
