now, now, i know what you're thinking.
you're thinking, "what the hell? not really. i'm fat and i've got these weird zits and this isn't meant for me, this is for someone else."
well, shut the hell up and sit the hell down and listen to my words.
you are fucking gorgeous.
yes, you who have askew teeth.
yes, you who are an inch shorter and thirty pounds heavier than average.
yes, you who have oily, oily faces that are impossible to take care of.
yes, you who's hair will never be tamed by a brush.
yes, you who's two feet taller or a foot shorter than average.
yes, you of non-firm abs.
yes, you of below 'average' breast or penis size.
yes, you who's face is covered by thick glass.
yes, you who has brown hair.
yes, you who has black hair.
yes, whatever damn hair color you have.
yes, you who forget to shave your legs every once in a while.
yes, you with 'imperfect' features.
yes, you who does not wear makeup.
yes, you who does not have perfect nails or clothing or hair.
you're so, so beautiful. everything about you. all of the little things that you've spent years developing, all of your little habits and traits and features, and of your freckles and zits and skin tones; they're beautiful. you see all these personal flaws, the sort of flaws that involve you leaving facial oil on the mirror, and you think that you're just an ugly little bridge troll and that no one should associate with you because you've got a pound of fat on your thighs and a tiny scar on the left side of your neck.
if we all wore a simple white cotton t-shirt and a pair of cheap jean shorts for a day and got rid of the stupid things like padded bras and padded asses and makeup and expensive hair,
think about how beautiful the world would be for that twenty-four hours. how everyone would look so good in their own skin. not being "prettier" due to a bigger budget. just letting your own beauty shine.
that's what i would do, anyway. if i could.