I’ve been really insecure about my acne since it happened from wearing masks. I tried to find ways to frame beauty to make me feel better ie. it’s not that bad, or be patient, or ignore it. But I was dissatisfied with them.

Today I realized that the answer was that the question doesn’t matter. Being beautiful or ugly doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter to anyone else but it also doesn’t matter to me. Nothing incredibly important happened to me because I was beautiful and nothing incredibly terrible happened because I wasn’t.

It feels so good to stop caring.