society has a lot of standards for people to have. big or small details, whether it may be, people will always prefer what looks prettier to them than what actually is pretty. there isn't a real definition to pretty or beautiful or gorgeous. the words just exist, floating within the air as their colourless tears fall down the sky like clouds do when it rains. we always call the clouds pretty and etheral but when it's in the most fragile and saddening state, we suddenly don't like it.
i've never had my own looks or body fit into society. my hourglass body bleeds from cuts i enforce on myself but it doesn't make me any skinnier. i don't know what will.
my hourglass body isn't thin enough. my ribs are too wide for my body and therefore i will never...