I used to love the SiZe of my eyes,
                              SO tiny AND PERFECT....
   ....Until I was told that BIG eyes are beautiful
I used to love the color of my hair,
       golden, brown, and red...a mysterious myriad of colors....
....Until I was told that blonde equals dumb, brown is boring, and red is mean-spirited
                    I used to love my body.
           I used to love my strong convictions....
....Until I was told I was too rigid, too structured, too conservative
    I used to love my mind.
        I used to love my humanitarian concerns....
            ....Until I was told I was too soft, too kind-hearted, too liberal
                   I used to love my spirit.
I used to love my inside as well as my outside....
        ....Until THEY told me what I was, who I am, and what I needed to be.
    They.  They have defined me.  They have put me in a [box], trapped me in walls.
    They.  They are the ones who have sculpted me based on THEIR images.
      Images they want to see, images they prefer.
                             They.  Who are they?
                I want to be me.  Free to be me.
I don't want a text-book definition to define me.
           I want to be....
                            ....DIFFERENT!
I want to decide who I am,
                what I stand for, what I believe in,
         and what I want to do with MY life.
  My life.      I want to be me.     It's that simple.
                         Be yourself.        Be you.
          Your body, your mind, & your spirit.
                                        Simply you.

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I think this thing is somewhat individualistic. But who am I to define what society says. Not that I conform to their norms, and not that I'm a rebeller or whatsoevers. It's just that, some things are true and some things are not. It's up to your value system to define what's right and wrong, the conscience in you, and the wisdom instilled in you, to guide you along your way through life. To make the light at the end of the tunnel more visible. That's what it's for.

Did I digress? I suppose so. Back to the first line: I want to make a difference.

Tatas.