Like a clown

As I sit back and spectate the evolution of beautifying the female body, I uncovered that it has never truly changed.
Witnessing girls wearing corsets, going as far as wearing waist trainers every day.

From physicians, I have learned that it has detrimental effects on the ribs. To which I am no medical professional, nor have the expertise to comment on that, but I am sure of one thing- we must kill the obsession with unrealistic, overbearing beautification.

¨Lose weight.¨
¨You look better with those glasses.¨
¨Dye your hair to this color¨
¨You look skinnier today¨

The persistence of some people ceases to amaze me sometimes.

Looking in the mirror, and setting yourself up for someone else´s day is overrated.

Don´t be a loser!

Dollface, dress like a clown.
Be the most outrageous clown you can dress yourself up to be.

Pick the most vibrant flowers, to occupy the dull mind of your community.

Place those flowers with the beautiful, dead flowers you seem to keep even though others bite the dust.

Despite how different the flowers are in the selection, they are all deemed beautiful.

View yourself as a blooming flower in the garden.
You are just as beautiful, outstanding, and unique as the rest.
The beauty you hold will never be understood by anyone, as much as it does yourself.

Go on, continue to water your flower to blossom into wonderfulness.