Hello cold world.

To : All the women out there.

The pressure to sculpt yourself into a certain modern archetype particularly so you'll be able to finally reconcile your inner demons and to fit into what is deemed to be the ideal quintessential modern 20 something youngin. Society's consensus is generally harsh, and so is your own. Its something that has always been a constant battle for me personally, especially on the cusp of adulthood and post pubescent eras where you've envisioned that once the shell breaks you'd gracefully greet the world as something akin to a nymph, with glossy long tresses and slender limbs that goes on and on , maybe if you're fortunate, throw in a laugh that chimes like heavenly church bells (dramatic, i know). All to no avail, i mean the genetic lottery has its limits too and we dont simply come into view after years of being cooped up in that little corner exhibiting likeness to Velma Dinkly, only to take the world by storm eons later with jawlines that could cut tension in a room with the absence of any effort. Sounds frivolous, quite frankly there had to be some form of aid to assist one in order to waltz into the room as a bombshell headturner. Albeit for me its nothing as excessive as that or even remotely close to becoming a head turner but what came to my aid was self manufactured allure, a decent amount of self esteem and an abundance of self-love. Self love manifests itself slowly after you learn to embrace the shortcomings you possess, the little quirks there is to yourself which  you've grown to become fond of or even take pride in. As hard as it might sound, and maybe the this harsh society you're so fixated on physically making a mark on will become a blur sight in your vista and it'll wane into the background as you come into focus upon your own eyes. Because as cliched as it is you're perfectly imperfect the way you are and if you cant even love yourself. Who can?