Mirror in the bathroom.

What is beauty, really? I think I might be afraid to find that answer. Is it really only skin deep? I mean, we all run around telling each other that anything can be beautiful, and that it's all the way you look at it. But is that true? Are we just kidding ourselves?

But who am I to be so negative on that outlook, right? Do I sound like a pessimist? Maybe to you.

It's just so hard, though. I look in the mirror most days and don't really like what I see. I wear a mask. But, is there anyone who doesn't?

You know what's even more difficult? To live in a world where everything you see is all just so comforting to your eyes. You want to keep staring, more and more. You want to take in every angle. But staring is harmful. Staring is dangerous. When you look too long, you see what they are, and you see what you're not. I see boys I want to have and girls I want to be. Who knows....Maybe perfection really is ideal. It is sick, though, isn't it?

Through all of this, how do I find the me that I feel comfortable with?