Pretty Isn't Perfection
By KaseiLovesKlaine
"Mama said you're a pretty girl. What's in your head it doesn't matter."
I'd always thought that beauty mattered. I grew up on Mama's saying, " It's not about your brains, it's about ya beauty baby girl." Mama conveys so much laudatory over the vision of being perfect. I don't know why though. She's just pedantic with the idea of perfection, but there's no perfect person. I just wanna live, have fun and learn, but she just wants me to be pretty.
When I was in the 6th grade, my mind was set on becoming a therapist. I wanna be that person who's able to contain skill in inducing someone to be better and make the world a better place. Alleviating someone's pain, pressure, and pity would be a primal goal of mine. But I guess that doesn't matter to Mama. It shouldn't be like this though. I should be capable of refuting her psychotic credence that perfection is everything. And I will prove her wrong...
