plagued by a society that validates it's individuals through appearance rather than substance. here's my middle finger: i don't give a fucking shit as to what you, or i look like. you can take you're halter tops, stretch pants, tan lines, make-up, cute hair, plastic surgery, implants and shove them up your ass because you're not impressing me. you can take your muscle-cut shirts, your time-consuming biceps, your manicured hands and your chiseled ass to the moon.
Give me your honesty, your sincerity, your dreams, your passions, your love, your touch, your thoughts. Give me your generosity and your kindness. Give me your faults, your moods, your anger and your happiness. Give me yourself... not a tube of lipstick.