That’s why I’m so harsh, because I’m so sensitive.
We don’t have attitudes. We have morals. We aren’t angry for no reason. We are tired of society. I’m done fighting. The only fight I have is to better myself. I can’t beg you to find beauty in my curls, deep brown eyes or full lips. You only recognize my beauty when it is found on the face of a girl in a different shade. I’m no longer fighting for you to acknowledge that my brown is stunning. Just fighting to continue loving it.
You have this one life. How do you wanna spend it? Apologizing? Regretting? Questioning? Hating yourself? Dieting? Running after people who don’t see you? Be brave. Believe in yourself. Do what feels good. Take risks. You have this one life. Make yourself proud.