Hate people… all people… let the dogs run the world because we just fuck shit up; disease, poverty, crime.
we don’t tell the mountains or the trees or the rivers to be any different than what they are. We don’t like them more if they’re longer, or wider, or smaller, or deeper. We love them because they just are what they are. Why can’t we say the same to our bodies? Why is my existence questioned solely based on the size of my body? Why am I not perfect just the way I am? We must all ask ourselves why and understand that it’s not us that isn’t perfect but solely these ideas of ‘perfection’ that aren’t. We are all beautiful creations and I hope you can remember that the next time you look in the mirror.