Nobody tells you to be yourself, to be comfortable being you. They all try to make u fit into the rules or conditions this society has made for you. They expect you to look hot or to look decent or to be intellectual or to be a topper or to be sophisticated and certainly they don't look for a change or regarded as imperfection.They fit u into a category of certain colour or gender or religon and expect you to behave accordingly and somehow you are able to convince yourself that this is you! This how you should be or should feel like. If you had a heartbreak you should be sad or at rage, if u failed in academics you should feel sobby, feel bad about yourself. Nobody tells you to be not so sophisticated or to be crazy or not to do certain stuff simply because you are not into it. As per them if you don’t agree to their norms which the so educated and know it all society has already built that are so rigid that one can think of iron as flexible item but not the rules they got for you, you will be an example of imperfection at utmost. Don’t end up living a life which you did not choose for yourself which doesn’t consider your happiness. Is it worth giving up who you really are for something so small that doesn’t consider you as an individual but considers you as one of the sheeps in flock. Break the stereo type . Be weird be boring be entertaining be that not so sophisticated lady or that emotional man because after all we make the society not the society makes us.
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