How do we see ourselves?

How we perceive ourselves is based so much of on what people have told us…we can’t be considered beautiful if we are ugly . We can’t be accepted if we aren’t skinny. We can’t be accepted if we aren’t a certain race, religion, colour. All of these things revolve around our outwards appearance. They have always. So rarely do we take into account(however clique it is) personality-inwards appearance.

It’s unfair. It’s unfair for the people that are shunned because of your ideas. It’s unfair to the people who aren’t shunned. Your categorisation of people, it’s stifling. It causes all of us, including you(if you did not create these standards for your benefit)to conform to these standards, however much you have to change yourself, twist yourself. How many choices have you made without taking into account what others way think? If they will judge you? Kind of like words. When we change we keep all of us and add things on. But those are the lucky ones, not all of us keep the whole part of us. Others, when they change, they lose parts of themselves to add something on.

But these ideas, they’re so trivial. We all have the same feature in varying shapes and sizes, so what about their placement makes us look different? For all I know, the things that factor into our brain deciding what is beautiful are, measurements, symmetry, averaging and the affects of hormones. What if we were told that being fat was the ideal body shape? That being ugly was beautiful. What if we were told the opposite of what people tell us now?

What we think is beautiful, is all a string of our brain’s algorithms, calculations kind of how the coding off a computer brings you a document.

Bending to fit in these twigs, it’s impossible, we can’t even penetrate it without some sort of tool. And even so, it will snap because of its fragility. Caring about how others perceive you, it will break you. It will snap you. Be the word that you are, perhaps evolve into a different word with the same meaning as you grow, but never lose a part of yourself trying to fit into the twigs people throw at you.