And I am here aimlessly thrashing through cold water for a breather, I wonder what really is the purpose of life?
I sit and ponder and I ask him, the holy father, why am I here? Why? I feel so out of place in this place, in this house, in my room, in my family, in my own skin.
And I may not be making any sense, but god, oh god, what am I doing in this life?
Socially restricted and feeling oppressed by the people that come in and out. They only want us to live up to social standards.
To be pretty. To be skinny. To feel pain in order to gain beauty. But is that really all there is in life?
No, I want to feel power, satisfaction, happiness, love. I want to feel free. I want to be able to reach the top of the mountain and scream that I'm here. I AM HERE! So see me for who I am and do not judge me. Do not judge me for not dressing up properly, for my dyed hair, for my likes and dislikes. Do not judge me for my weight, the appearance of my face, the way that I show grace. Do not judge me because I want to be me.
And it doesn't matter the size you are, the gender you are, who you love, how you dress, how smart you are. Just be you because you are beautiful. Just be you because that is your purpose of life.