“Riffraff, street rat I don’t buy that If only they’d look closer Would they see a poor boy? No, siree They’d find out There’s so much more to me”
Pardon me while I have a rant blog today, it will probably make no sense, and change direction on a dime.
I think there are a lot of circumstances in my life that cause me to feel like people to look at me like a pariah, like I am something less than. I’m not perfect in any way, I’m not a classic beauty, I’m not the picture of perfect health, I’m not the most successful person in the world, hell, I even miss laundry day some times… I mean there are so many things that I don’t do right, I even let myself down a lot. But what really hurts is that in my real life, other than my immediate household, people don’t see ME, people don’t give me the time of day. Hearing someone whisper to another “Shes an odd one” makes me want to scream at them that I am actually kind of amazing, I would -despite their rudeness- give them the shirt off my back if they needed it, even to my own detriment, I would give my last breathe to a friend if it meant they could live, I love deeper and harder than should humanly be allowed. And yet some how, this has made me “Odd”, being some one who wants nothing more than for everyones life to be filled with beauty and love. People are so quick to judge because they see ONE thing they don’t like and they let that ONE thing define an entire being. How can they not see that we are so much more, that if they only took the time to sit and talk they would find a bit of themselves in us.
I may not be perfect, I may have a lot of chips and cracks, but I am worth a deeper look, I am worth loving.
Outfit: .:Wimey:. Captive Princess (Royal Purple) @ The Fantasy Collective
Shoes: fri. – Lizzie.Slippers (Red) @ The Seraphim Social