It’s wrong.

To believe you’re alone, exposed, and deeply flawed.

To believe limit your choices.

Don’t be forced to choose between bad or wrong.

Be thin, but don’t be weight-obsessed, be perfect, but don’t make a fuss about your looks.

Be yourself, as long as your young, thin, and beautiful.

It’s not you.

It’s they.

They want to define who you’re. And then make you believe it’s your own definition.

You’re who you choose to be.

Choose to liberate yourself from conventional expectations. From what you think your life “ought” to be or “should” look like.

Choose to give yourself a free pass to screw up as much as you like.

The inner critic?

His ass is not permitted in the building.

Stay stupid.

Follow your unconventional, crazy heart.