Finally have learnt to make myself presentable.
Or I should say that,
Learnt the art of selling myself to the world.
And it feels good to look beautiful..
I am not ashamed to admit that a stamp of approval do flatters me.
But it’s a little weird to see how easily I am submitting to these ridiculous standards of beauty.
That’s not exactly the pleasure I have always wanted.
I don’t enjoy living in a world where you can never feel pretty enough..
If given a chance,
I would surely like to crawl into a different universe.
A universe with a little better standards of beauty.
A world where I won’t have to take part in this mutually orchestrated dance for admiration..