The world won't always love you for who you are. There are too many bodies here. Too perceptions of what is and isn't beautiful. So here we are, with most of us uncomfortable in our own skin, wishing to be someone different. Thinking happiness only happens if you fit in what to do when the world wants you to be prettier, skinner, curvier, or have lighter or darker skin. You declare your own universe, bright and alive within your veins. You are the King or the Queen, the one who makes the rules and ignores everyone who cannot see just how brilliant you are, made from atoms brighter than stars.
