1411: Jenis Panel

'I am imperfect but I am beautiful.'
'I don't need the perfect body to be beautiful.'
'I don't need to buy all the products.'
'And do all the work.'
'I am not beautiful by society's standard.'
'I am beautiful in all my flaws.'
'Don't think you need perfection to be beautiful.'

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Not only do I agree, but I find it strange that we're just now realising this idea. It must have shown up in twenty items on my news feed in the last week. Kind of shocking, as if people began talking about how much faster e-mail is in comparison with snail mail. Aren't we a little late to the punch? shouldn't this idea be part of our vocabulary, and not like part of an epiphany?

I agree with all those statements. Only there's a weird twist on it.

And it's only the idea of inconsistency. Really, you don't want to be trapped in a societal pressure, because who in the heck would. Who actually likes it when they're measured so closely, when they are compared with the perfectly shaped gods and goddesses of media? No; you don't want to live in that self-measuring world because no one does. Only here is maybe what you Do want.

You want to hang out with the people who are like the gods and goddesses. Those are the ones that will get a lot closer to you, Because you'll let them. I know it isn't fun living there, only if someone else lives there then they get to walk right in, I guess? And maybe in the end, that's what pressures you. A reality, an evil reality, and one that shows how sinful the world is;

The reality that beauty is a special kind of weapon,
And then if you have it you can play someone like a fiddle

Only you know what's funny?
I am sounding kind of bitter
And it's been one of the best weeks in my life, or definitely the most unique

I don't really know what to say to lighten the mood. I guess I'll tell a joke.

A little girl is in church with her mom. The little girl starts to feel very ill. 'Mommy,' says the little girl. 'I think I am going to throw up.' The mother tells the little to girl to outside and throw up there. The little girl gets up and leaves. A few minutes later, the little girl comes back. 'Did you throw up?' asks the mother. 'Yes,' says the little girl. 'Only I didn't have to go outside. There was a box near the front door, which said "For the Sick."'

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