In my dream, I am the star. It is me.

Everyone is beautiful.

This is me.

I’m in no ways perfect to the media standards. I’m fat, short, bespectacled, with overly big boobs (as in “joke fodder” big), my hair is all frizzy, my eyebrows are ridiculously huge, my nose is too wide and I have those freckles everyone in highschool shows make fun of.

But I don’t care a lot about any of this. I know nobody is perfect and that beauty is actually a subjective concept. I don’t want to subject myself to thousands of surgeries just to mold myself to looks and a lifestyle that don’t match my own being.

Maybe many will hate me because of how I look like, but they’ll lose the perfect opportunity to know me as I truly am (and maybe hate me for that, too, as I’m sort of nerdy and completely inept at social interaction; if they judge me over looks, they can be assholish enough to judge over other small things, too).

But many also love me and I’m very grateful that they do. My family, my friends, my BF… You’re all awesome. Even though I don’t appear to show it, I love you all and just want to see you happy, no matter how many times I may call you names or yell at you.

In the past, I thought about killing myself multiple times. I still do, sometimes. I still feel useless and stupid. Though, I need to be strong and go ahead with my life. I can’t make anyone cry. Even if I’m a burden or shameful to some, it’d be worse if I just poofed out dead.

This year, I don’t want to see anybody crying over their looks. I’m not crying over my own, and chances are you’re not even the exact opposite of media standards of beauty like I am. Please, don’t sacrifice yourself for an unrealistic ideal. You’re different. Everyone is different. And we all should be proud of our differences. We shouldn’t be trying to be someone we aren’t. It’s not right. It’s not true happiness.

I wish everyone a happy new year and many good things to come. And if you ever (metaphorically) punch your bullies in the face, let me know. I’d love to hear about your story.

I may just be a random person on the internet, no celebrity at all or anything like that, but I feel like people need a hand to hold. You can hold my hand if you need to. Sometimes, I may busy, but doesn’t mean I don’t like you. Maybe I’m helping someone else at the moment. Maybe I’m helping myself.

Peace!