There are certain flaws we find in ourselves that we can never grow to accept. The kind of flaws that are out of our control. Yet we still complain and whine, doing what we can to fix said "problem". We label them flaws when others might call them assets. Nobodies perfect and as obvious as that is, we all try to be better, if not perfect to our own set of standards. Influenced by the media of what the perfect person constitutes, agressively thrown at our faces by todays "cool". Criticism from our peers feed our insecurities, never allowing us to be truly happy with just who we are. But understanding isn't accepting, and even if we ever get that far into contentment, we always find something else wrong.
Fancy that.
Fancy that.
