I just wonder sometimes, what it would feel like to stop caring. To let myself grow fat and ugly. Stop doing my hair, stop brushing my teeth, doing such an effort. Be so grotesque that people, they wouldn't even look at me. Look right through me.
I could stare a hole through anyone, and people wouldn't even notice. They'd make such an effort to ignore me. You have to wonder sometimes, what it feels like to be really ass ugly. Or deformed.
I bet it would be so liberating, not having to care. Just giving up hope of someday being stunning. Giving up hope is such freedom sometimes.
We're so conditioned by the power that beauty is.
Mirror Mirror on the wall...
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