imperfect=beautiful.

It's impossible to please everyone.
But it's impossibly easy to piss off everyone.
I would know, being towards the end of a stereotypical teenage identity crisis myself.

You can't please everyone.
You just can't. No matter who you are, how hard you try.
There's always going to be the girl who is wearing the same dress as you at some reputable social occassion.
There's always going to be the chick who gives you iron eyes because her boyfriend likes talking to you a little too much.
There's always going to be the boy who ended up in the friendzone.
There's always going to be someone who made you end up in the friendzone.
There's going to be the pesky teacher, the pesky teacher's peskier pet.
There's going to be someone who hates you, maybe because you're a teacher's pet, said teacher is found pesky by said hater, hence you, being the pet, are also pesky.

Point is. You're not perfect. You never will be.
You can pretend to be. You can pretend to be happy, funny, caring, bubbling over with joy, creative, smart, everything. You can pretend.
While you're pretending, you can also ignore the pain you put yourself through, just because you try to make others happy, and not yourself.

Even if happyfunnycaringbubblingoverwithjoycreativesmart is your actual style, it won't help if you still let others run your life. You, whoever you are, however you are, you're beautiful, and you should know it.

You can make others happy. You can try. You'll be a wreck inside, but you can try.
Or you can hold up a middle finger to the world, and be your own badass.

You can have love, or you can have respect. The only time you'll have both is when you respect yourself enough to love who you are, and stop pretending to be someone else.

Teenage angsty post about peer pressure and The Plastics coming up.