Staying still is a protest. Today is a reprieve from breaking my back for money. Non-stop advertising influences us to waste our lives in pursuit of possessions. A house and a car and the newest phone or else you’re nothing. I scoff because I know the truth. Love is all that matters.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
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