“Why do you have giant holes in your ears?”

“Did it hurt?”

“Why do you do stuff like this?”

“You’d be cute if you didn’t deform youself like that.”

“You know, I consider modification an art, but still self-harm. I’m sure there is something mentally wrong with those who do choose to modify themselves.”

How many times have I heard those questions? About a thousand. And it annoys me, because, you know, there is something more to me than my appearance. I happen to emulate my own spiritual being in my appearance, but that does not mean that my appearance is exactly what I am. First of all, I need a whole lot of modifications before I can call my appearance in tune with my spirit. Second of all, I’m not doing this to look like the conventional ‘beautiful’. I find the conventional beautiful boring and ordinary. Bleached blond hair fried with a straightner, a frame so thin it looks like a stiff wind would snap her in half, blue contacts, collegen filled lips, silicon filled boobs, and a skirt that is more like a belt than anything is not an attractive woman to me. Of course, I would never ask a woman who looked like that to change to make me feel more comfortable. Why then do people feel the need to request that I change to make them more confortable? The norm is not comfortable for me, but I won’t tell the norm to change. I will get on and deal with it.

Now, what I really want to look like is probably going to cause some issues with the proffession I want to pursue. However, I know that if I work hard enough, I will make myself accepted despite my appearance. Dreadlocks, piercings, and tattoos don’t make you a person, your personality does. And sometimes I just wish people would understand that. Othertimes, I don’t really give a flying fuck. I prefere those times.