If I were a celebrity...
I would contact all the rest of the female celebrities attending an upcoming red carpet event and try and get everyone including myself to show up without any makeup on at all to display not natural beauty, but a lack of concern for outer beauty to society and the media.

If I were a famous music artist...
I would write songs about imperfections I would write songs to heal people emotionally in the way only music can and get people who enjoy my music to contact me with their stories and meet with them so I can write songs personalized to their story so they can always have a song that they can 100% relate to.

If I were a famous author...
I would write books from the point of view of a girl who is unarguably NOT traditionally physically pretty, not necessarily traditionally ugly, but not particularly pretty (by society's standards and definitions I mean because beauty doesn't have a REAL definition), but my character would be so beautiful inside. I would write about a character who does all the normal things a real person does and not everything in her life would end in happily ever after because in real life, not everything does. She would be a real type of person, she would walk into rooms and forget what she was there for (which I do an embarrassing amount of times in a day) she would occasionally trip down the stairs (and up it too the way I ever so clumsily do) she would hate having uneven hoodie strings, her favorite song would come on all the time on the radio when she pulls into the garage, she would press those little buttons you find on the lids of fast-food drinks and she would always get stuck behind slow-walkers at the mall. I would create a character people can relate to because there are far too many books about perfect beautiful people with perfect lives where things turn out perfectly for them and I’d like to create a role model of a character who is not perfect.

If I were someone who could reach millions of people with my words, I would want to do so much. But I am just me, and my words cannot influence the whole world. I can’t change society, I am so small in our big, big world I don’t have a voice. I hope those who have a voice use it well.

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Why do I care so much about my physical appearance?
You think it's because I actually give the slightest **** about what you think of me?
Ha. No offense but I couldn't care less what other people think of me. I mean this in the nicest way possible but if you don't like me, ***** your opinion. You're beautiful and you don't have to think I am.
You think I would act like I was thrown into a ceiling fan as a child the way I do if I cared what people thought of me?
No. By all means, please. Feel free to find me ugly!
Write poetry about it!
Etch it into bathroom stall doors! Put up posters for all I care!
I don't care about BEING beautiful!
I DO care about feeling beautiful though.
Feeling like I'm not hideous.
Because it HURTS to feel that way.
Don't you dare comment about my inability to leave the house without lipstick on unless you have BEEN me for a day and felt this pain of inadequacy.
Please.
I really don't care if I am pretty.
I just want to feel like it.

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Silver blue black red and brown
The colors we wore in that picture
Smiling all three like nothing is wrong
When everything was
Just don't look to close at the eyes
In the photographs
You'll see the hidden pain
It reveals too much
Don't look too close at the wrists either

Amazing how fine you can look in a picture when really the only thought on your mind is death (especially yiur own) and agony. A little blood, too. What twisted secrets we kept back then.

hey guess what
I was going to write you a poem
about how hurt I am
how much YOU hurt me
but then I remembered
I'm not letting thoughts of you consume me anymore
NEVER AGAIN
I really am sorry it had to end this way
but it did
so goodbye now
and I hope one day this reaches you
so you know I'm free from you forever
I hope one day this reaches you
this message
in the poem not for you that I didn't write

You.
You. You.
You. You.You. You.You. You.You. You.
YOU
you...you...you.
Youyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyou­youyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyo­uyouyouyouyouyou
You.
.......................................you.­
You
yoU.




                                                               you


you. you, you, you.
                        

                                      you
                            you  
                                          you
                              you
                                      you
                                           you
                                    you
                           you




        you              you                                      
           you         you                you                 you       you
             you     you            you      you          you        you
                   you                 you       you          you         you
                 you                   you      you            you         you
               you                     you      you              you you you
             you                             you                                     you
           you


You.

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Five people in one day
Have asked me the same question
And I can’t help but laugh
At such a wild suggestion
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”
They query in confusion
“I would have thought you would by now.” they say.
I’m amused at their peculiar delusions
“Why don’t I have a boyfriend?” I repeat.
Wondering what they’d ask such an obvious question for.
I turn to them, with a puzzled look
“Well, have you MET me before?” :D

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The one thing our society fears the most in intangible
It is not rejection, nor hatred, nor even flaws although
All three have been made out to be terrifying
By the world we live in
It is the one thing we fight to evade most of all
The single thing we are so afraid of experiencing
And giving in to
The sole thing we cannot understand fully
And are petrified by the idea of it dominating us…

Emotions

…please don’t ever be afraid of feeling.

You can't always get what you want

You won't always want what you get

IT'S WHAT YOU NEED THAT MATTERS

A picture is worth a thousand words.

A word is worth a thousand pictures

Don't add insult to injury

Insult is its own irreparable Injury

WHY DO PEOPLE UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF WORDS

People who live in glass houses should not throw stones.

People who live in stone houses should not throw glass

IF YOU LIVE IN SUCH A DARK COLD AND HARD PLACE (THAT YOU REFER TO AS YOUR MIND) THROWING GLASS (WHICH THE REST OF THE WORLD CALLS SELF-DEPRICATION) IT DOESN'T AFFECT YOUR MIND FOR THE BETTER THE SHARDS WILL SIMPLY SHOWER DOWN AND PIERCE YOU

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Only 160 characters allowed.
It's a shame.
That limit restricts my emotions so much.
I can only type I miss you 20 times.
ImissyouImissyouImissyouImissyouImissyouImissyouImissyouIm­issyouImissyouImissyouImissyouImissyouImissyouImissyouImissyouImi­ssyouImissyouImissyouImissyouImissyou
But even if I could write it an infinite number if times
It wouldn't be enough

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Nothing makes you feel more worthless than waiting hopefully for a text from someone...that doesn't come.

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