“I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and afraid of nothing as though I had wings” – Mary Oliver
Something that has been really bothering me lately is how often I think about my physical appearance. Sometimes, I catch myself, and I ask myself, why does this matter so much? Why am I basing my worth off of physical attributes? It’s not fair to judge or value myself based on looks when I was born with them. My olive skin and my green eyes do not make me a person. I had no control over them. Many of our generation have been conditioned to think of their looks as exactly who the are. I believe I’m saying something in that I would rather be called the greatest mind of our generation than the greatest next top model.