anthem for an unhappy youth
8:16 p.m.

Dear unhappy youth,

Look at you, amazing construction that you are, freeting over the colour of strands of dead skin cells or which coloured fabric to clothe yourself in today.

Look at you undernourishing yourself, striving for malnutrition because somebody, somewhere, decided to define your natural shape - to put together some letters and create a word and stick it to you. Somebody, somewhere, persuaded you that the configuration of your carbon atoms - your tissue and muscle, your bones and sinews and skin - is wrong. You are a feat of engineering so spectacular that you can be neither reproduced nor fully understood, you are fueled by totally natural products, you work perfectly with your environment - even the trees have an unwritten agreement with you - and yet you are wrong.

Can you see this screen? Stare at the collection of symbols and process them, see my thoughts in words and understand them? Can you take in fresh air and process that, exhale what you don't need and absorb what you do, using it to power your brain and heart, all without thinking?

You are amazing. Please - don't starve your body, don't cut it, don't hate it, don't punish it for being itself. It is an individual and it can't help that. It isn't perfect because no body is, but it is amazing.

So much beauty is wasted, no much potential ignored, simply because we cannot love ourselves. Being concious is a priviledge and a responsibility. Strive to accept and not perfect yourself.

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