I wanted to drop a middle finger, but Iˈm keeping my cool , because whatˈs yet to come is already a big middle finger.
Youˈll see what I mean soon enough;)
Society is designed in a way to make you act, dress, live your life a certain way.
Your standards will never get to me.
It will take a lot for you to intimidate me.
We live in a digital age where making your instagram feed look perfect matters more than working on your so "perfect" called self.
What is authenticity anyway in a world full of illusions?
Why do you try so hard to paint the perfect picture? You're all bunch of pretenders anyway. I do not wish I had a 2M$ mansion or your 46 different Louis Vuitton purses. In fact, if i had that much money, I'd already be in Africa building schools and helping people who are truly in need.
Ya, Need. You probably know what it means, considering Gucci is your middle name and you love to act out of self-interest.
I never cared about fashion, makeup and all the "typical" stuff women spend infinite hours worrying about. "Does my butt look good in these pants, girl?"
Everything you breathe, eat, wear is dictated by this little voice in your head called society.
You want validation, attention, approval, you want to impress.
Dress to impress, they say.
Impress who?
Your crush?
Why don't you impress him with your pretty heart? Oh and why don't you throw on some sweats pants and a comfy shirt for once?
Oh no you can't do that right?
Society does not approve.
You are going against the standards.
Well, keep on living with the fear of what people think, and maybe one day you'll realize that a real good guy would have liked you for your personality, not by how well your butt looked in those pants.
Is your soul as superficial as your mindset?
If only all that time, energy and money was invested into something empowering.
Call me a maniac for speaking up about this, but you're as insane as I am for living by it and not doing anything about it.
This nasty world is trying to beat you to your knees and it's working. You are caught up in these standards. You do exactly what they tell you to do. At the end of the day, we are all tiny little atoms made of fucking dust, living on a tiny planet in a gigantic universe. I don't care what car you drive. If your clothes are this year cutting edge. If you are A list or B list, or never heard of you list.
I only care about the words that flutter from your mind and what you use them for.