I think there is more to choosing,
Like there is more to seeing beautiful.
Like there is more to feeling beautiful;
Like there is more to being beautiful.
They kept on telling me it’s not possible to have it all; I couldn’t imagine it any other way.
How is it beautiful? According to whom?
How did they make that choice?!
Because I do not choose the tick, the box, or the tape; Like I did not choose this life.

I just want to be, to live, to breathe, to exist, to stretch my arms and legs without fault; I just want to laugh, smile, and to be humorous all on my own, without the notion of whether it is ‘beautiful’. Why is that the life chosen...