look. i don’t think my stretch marks are beautiful. i don’t think they’re tiger stripes or natural tattooos. i don’t think my acne is beautiful. i don’t think the bags under my eyes are beautiful. i just think they’re human. and i don’t think i have to be beautiful all of the time in order to be accepted and loved and sucessful. i don’t think every small detail of my outer appearence needs to be translated into prettiness.
ok watch this *bangs my head against the wall and passes out and when i wake up im in full psychosis state* *you bang my head against the wall in an attempt to turn me back to normal* *you kill me*
