People notice that I have dark thoughts, but never ask what made me become so bitter.
Friends would notice the changes in my body image, but never notice the sadness in my eyes.
So much emphasis is put on looks and beauty, when we are all made from broken stars pieced together to form a unique entity.
The first thing someone notices when they meet me is my height, weight or the way I’m dressed.
No one considers asking
“How did you sleep?”
“What’s your family like?”
“What are your deepest fears?”
It breaks my heart, over and over again, that supermodels are put on pedastals and intelligence is tossed to the side.
That I have 206 bones in my body and no one ever asks “how many times have you felt that you were broken, even when all your bones were intact?”