Don't make yourself someone you aren't. When you buy something, wear something, go somewhere, or do something that you don't particularly like, you're not being you. If you wouldn't normally go there or do that or wear this if your friend hadn't "suggested" it, you're not being you. You're a product of the opinions of others, and you can't really be happy with that. You need to hear something, close your eyes, and decide for yourself whether that's shit you wanna listen to or not. You need to see something and pick it up because something about that object or item of clothing shouts "hey motherfucker" to YOU, not the person standing next to you. When you put something on in the privacy of your bedroom and look in the mirror and think, that's fucking awesome, keep it on. Don't wonder what other people are going to think when they give you the up and down in school, or the mall, or walking down the street. Learn to feel comfortable in your skin, if you like it, who cares who else likes it? There may be a million people who hate it. But do they run your life? If they do, think about it for a minute. Is that right? It's your life. It's your body, your music, your favourite things and places. If you can't figure out what you like most without hearing what your friends like first, there's a problem. When you write something that reflects how you feel or think, and then hide it or get rid of it because you don't know what someone else will think of it, there's a problem. It's human nature to worry about your appearance. But there's a difference between trying on 12 different things because you like all of them equally and can't decide, and trying on 12 different things because you like all of them, but don't know what other people will approve of. It's all about what's important to YOU. My friends are important to me, my cat, my family. It's important to me to shower and wear clean clothes, and to like the clothes that I'm wearing. It's important to me to like what I'm listening to regardless of what others think about it. If it's not important to someone to wear clean clothes or have personal hygiene, that's their choice. They'll in all likeliness smell horrible and look like they live in a cardboard box, but if they really are comfortable in their skin, they aren't going to care what they look like to other people. They know who they are and what they like and dislike. Which is more than can be said for you most likely. You might want to try to get to know them. Their personality could be worth knowing.
If I see something, and choose to use it or wear it for something other than it's intended use, that's my prerogative. There's more than one way to skin a cat. However, there is only one correct way to skin a rabbit, and I believe there is only one correct way to live your life. And that is to live your life THE WAY YOU WANT TO LIVE IT. So people, when you look in the mirror next, if you dislike what you see, some real searching needs to be done. Maybe you need to find who you are before you become something more than a clone. But once you are yourself, dress the way you choose, listen to what you like, go where you want, and live your life for you, you'll realise you've never been happier in yourself. You'll realise you don't need another person's opinion. You'll realise you can defend every single thing you do with ten times more conviction and ardency than ever before, because you did it for yourself.
Being true to yourself is Beautiful.
I dunno about you all, but I like it. I don't care if I wrote it at sixteen, I see every reason to be proud that this was on my mind enough to write about at sixteen, above all the other bullshit that plagues a teenager's li'l head. Besides, it really wasn't all that long ago. And I'll still admit that I was completely crazy at the time. I'll also admit that I probably still am. But I love the ever-present concern with knowing and being true to oneself.
Also written was a little somethin' about the soul and loving the world.
There is beauty everywhere.
Let your soul feel what's unlike anything else,
taste the wonder in possibility,
smell the seasons as they move,
hear the laughter and the pain...
the sounds of a world full of lives living life.
the sounds of a world full of lives living life.
And love it all.
Apparently, being 16 is the shit... You start finding out who you are, you learn the world has a lot to offer (and it's there if you want it enough), you get to spend hours finding cute photos and sticking them in your photobucket... like this one:
And these:
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