Ascent and Descent

We have a tendency to focus on our flaws, despite it being what makes us human; what we despise is what one desires, and what we desire is what someone despises. I felt this way for years; I still do- the perpetuous feeling that I’m horrendous. When I look in my mirror, I don’t see my full lips, my long lashes, or my hourglass; I see my short legs, protruding stomach, and my eyebags. Yet people with those flaws are beautiful- so why am I not? The answer is that I am; I am beautiful, I am worthy, and I’m not horrendous- I simply haven’t been able to process my worth yet. It seems that each passing year, I reflect on myself, making those negative remarks, rendering myself as unattractive. Though, next year, I’ll look back on myself and realize how gorgeous I truly was; though it’s not that simple to prevent those negative feelings from pursuing. Does beauty even exist, though? It’s repeatedly changed over time, and it’s quite subjective, which has caused me to believe that true beauty doesn’t exist; it’s simply a perception. I shouldn’t waste my time trying to ease the perceptions of others; I should follow my own, because short legs, protruding stomachs, and eyebags are beautiful; they’re only viewed in a negative way because society itself is ugly. If I abide by every standard of others, I’ll only feel regret, for my happiness shall pulverize. If I create myself to be someone who is healthy and who I love, my happiness shall thrive. Though these insecurities will persist, even with the most attractive individuals- they’ll always haunt you, whether or not you believe in yourself. So I dissected myself. … Carving every inch of me until my insides are out; but when I do so, my organs look the same as everyone else’s. Bathing in perplexion until I realized; we’re all the same on the inside- and as I try to stuff my organs back inside of me, I remember what people say- See, I’ve been told before, just like anyone else, that I’m ugly. People take advantage of others' sensitivity in order to ease their insecurities; but they’re morons who don’t know what they’re talking about. They try ridding of their “flaws” by projecting it on others, though those rigid thoughts will always remain inside. But truth be told, we all have the same interior- and.. You’ll truly be happy if you stop caring about the perceptions of others.