29/4/14

I have the urge to spill my tears in hopes that their sadness will absorb some of my own

For I am not the embodiment of beauty. I am a lesser being, I conform only to the standard named 'average' . (and I can see)

No straight, natural-style hair
Tanned skin, white teeth, big eyes. Non compatible

But non compatible with the other side of pretty
Frail, fragile and magical. Pale skin and paler hair, collarbones and wrists.

Unexceptional and desperately mediocre (and I can see)

Revolving around this society's mentality that beauty is a set thing, and of course it is (I can see)

I spill my tears