“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.