Someone this week told me that I have a strange “type”. Specifically, I was told that my “‘type’ is not normal.” I found that statement peculiar.
First, who wants to live an average, expected life?
Second, at this point in time, what really defines a normal versus an alternative look? Tattoos, dreadlocks, piercings… these are all pretty mainstream compared to twenty years ago.
All the same, I’d like to take a moment to appreciate that you can be gorgeous in an unconventional way. Externally speaking, I think all these people look lovely. And they’re probably beautiful on the inside, too.
I mean, whatever. To each their own, I suppose. I’ll just work harder to care less when people tell me I’m abnormal. It’s better than being a dull person, right?