Socitey
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Ongoing5m
Last published Sun, Apr 5, 2015
We live in a society where you're anorexic or obese,
Where you're bullied for being different and called names for being yourself,
Where we try to fit in to what the world thinks perfect is we end up being consumed by the idea of it...
We spend all our time trying to look or be perfect that it bothers us when we are not.
We think we have to always have to meet the worlds expectations of beauty, and always be the "prettiest" or most "perfect" but truth is
The world is wrong,
Society sucks,
They put us to stupid high standards and tell us we are not perfect till we reach it but truth is
Nobody is perfect
No one will be
Ever
Because it does not exist...
----me
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