Throughout my life I’ve been made aware of the things I don’t have. This is usually done by other people, who thinking they are being helpful, or just being mean, point out that I don’t have the right this, or the right that.
I have never had the right toys.
I have never had the right clothes.
I have never had the right things in my lunchbox.
I have never had the right shoes.
I have never had the right friends.
I have never had the right taste in music.
I have never had the right accessories.
I have never had the right ideas.
I have never had the right talents.
I have never had the right hobbies.
I have never had the right books.
I have never had the right nails.
I have never had the right hair.
I have never had the right complexion.
I have never had the right beauty regime.
And I have never cared about any of this, because I am individual, with my own choices and my own life to live. I realise that all of the above things are bullshit, and I have had and still do have the right EVERYTHING as far as I am concerned. Even if it’s not up to the ridiculous standard of others.
So why the hell do I care so much that I don’t have the right BMI?
Or the right numbers on the weighing scale.
Or the right body shape.
