I’m not perfectly perfect

                           
 Yes, I don’t have a perfect vision. So what? I wear glasses. Done.
I don’t have the perfect boyfriend – just something very close to that.
 don’t have the perfect body. I have the one that fit for me.
I don’t have the perfect life. I have my own.

And if I’m not happy with any of these things, I’ll make it better. I’ll make it to my way. MY WAY. Not other’s way. Because in that case, I would be so fucked up as the rest of the society. I would be transformed in trash. Naive trash. Useless trash. Just a bunch of lipsitcks and eyeliners, used until exaustion. But, don’t get me wrong: I would blame me. And nobody would care, right? That’s the way it is. Accept it. And you will be happy.