Perfections and Imperfections.
A Beauty or the Beast?
Sanity or insanity?
Which do we want more, and which the least?
When we look ourselves in the Mirror, who do we see first?
The one that we are on the outside? Or the one that we want to be? The one that we already are in our head?
Who finds themselves even perfect nowadays? And what is even perfect?
Do we need that perfection to live?
And if we would suddenly have it, would we be satifisied? Or would we find something new that we dont find perfect on ourselves. Or maybe even in ourselves.
Can anyone else even tell us that we are not perfect the way we are if they themselves are not perfect? At least not perfect in our eyes.
Or are we the only ones who are allowed to say it? The only ones who are allowed to judge ourselves..
Will we ever be enough? Especially to ourselves?
Or will there come a time where we say that this is finally enough to enjoy the life exactly as it is right now.
Imperfections. Scars. So so many scars sometimes. Not just on a skin. But in us.
And yet it feels like we keep hurting ourselves even more, especially mentally. The skin can be breached and heal, but once our mentality is scarred, it doesnt heal that fast. Maybe even never.
Scars done by others. Others who were once friends maybe. Others who have their own scars.
Others who are perfect.
Others.. but not us. Not me.
Am I Beautiful even though im not perfect?
Or am I a Beast because of my scars, my history and my present. Who i was. And who i am. Who am i even sometimes?
Can i change myself and should i change myself. Or can i be myself and be enough.
Do i need others to tell me about my imperfections. Do others even need to say anything, for me to see that what goes through their heads and in their eyes, that i am not perfect and that they would change me the moment they would get their hands on me?
If i already do it enough.
Am i normal? Or am i insane?
Can i be both?
I want to enjoy my insanity. My masochism. My sadism. My scars. I want to praise my body. And love myself. Caress myself. Appreciate myself. Be myself. Shut my mind up and just fuck myself. Drool on myself. Whip myself. Moan for myself. And be there for myself.
And no one can take that away from me.
And yet what i can give myself, to me is not enough for my sanity.
So what do i want.. and when will i stop asking myself that. When will i be enough to myself.
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I know that this sounds brutal. And mentally instable. Weird. Insane. But just ask yourself how many of us are going through something like this.
Weird thing is.. even with such thoughts i think im good enough in my imperfections. Kink helped me get to that point. And wonderful kinky people.
Kinky and lewd people who feel like i do. And yet are happy in and with their imperfections. Keep trying. Keep motivating themselves and others to continue. To love themselves. And love other kinky, weird and beautiful people.
And im so so grateful.
A Beauty or the Beast?
Sanity or insanity?
Which do we want more, and which the least?
When we look ourselves in the Mirror, who do we see first?
The one that we are on the outside? Or the one that we want to be? The one that we already are in our head?
Who finds themselves even perfect nowadays? And what is even perfect?
Do we need that perfection to live?
And if we would suddenly have it, would we be satifisied? Or would we find something new that we dont find perfect on ourselves. Or maybe even in ourselves.
Can anyone else even tell us that we are not perfect the way we are if they themselves are not perfect? At least not perfect in our eyes.
Or are we the only ones who are allowed to say it? The only ones who are allowed to judge ourselves..
Will we ever be enough? Especially to ourselves?
Or will there come a time where we say that this is finally enough to enjoy the life exactly as it is right now.
Imperfections. Scars. So so many scars sometimes. Not just on a skin. But in us.
And yet it feels like we keep hurting ourselves even more, especially mentally. The skin can be breached and heal, but once our mentality is scarred, it doesnt heal that fast. Maybe even never.
Scars done by others. Others who were once friends maybe. Others who have their own scars.
Others who are perfect.
Others.. but not us. Not me.
Am I Beautiful even though im not perfect?
Or am I a Beast because of my scars, my history and my present. Who i was. And who i am. Who am i even sometimes?
Can i change myself and should i change myself. Or can i be myself and be enough.
Do i need others to tell me about my imperfections. Do others even need to say anything, for me to see that what goes through their heads and in their eyes, that i am not perfect and that they would change me the moment they would get their hands on me?
If i already do it enough.
Am i normal? Or am i insane?
Can i be both?
I want to enjoy my insanity. My masochism. My sadism. My scars. I want to praise my body. And love myself. Caress myself. Appreciate myself. Be myself. Shut my mind up and just fuck myself. Drool on myself. Whip myself. Moan for myself. And be there for myself.
And no one can take that away from me.
And yet what i can give myself, to me is not enough for my sanity.
So what do i want.. and when will i stop asking myself that. When will i be enough to myself.
//
I know that this sounds brutal. And mentally instable. Weird. Insane. But just ask yourself how many of us are going through something like this.
Weird thing is.. even with such thoughts i think im good enough in my imperfections. Kink helped me get to that point. And wonderful kinky people.
Kinky and lewd people who feel like i do. And yet are happy in and with their imperfections. Keep trying. Keep motivating themselves and others to continue. To love themselves. And love other kinky, weird and beautiful people.
And im so so grateful.
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