LunarEclipse8

They look and they judge. They look and they laugh. It's a never ending pit of judgmental people trying to entertain themselves by breaking me down until all that is left is rubble. It saddens me to think that they have nothing better to do with their lives but to pick on me. I don't fit their description of perfect. I don't have the perfect hair, the perfect body and, or course, the flawless skin. But I don't need it. I love the way I look and I don't intend to change.