To be perfect is to be fake which means none of us are perfect

imagine this- like fill in the blanks

(pronoun) never looked nice, (pronoun) looked like (him/her/them/etc.)self

and (rude person in your life's name) never thought they looked good enough

when really (rude person in your life's pronouns) didn't know what to

believe about (his/her/etc.)self, making (rude persons pronouns) think

others were  perfect and burying the hatred and saving it up making it feel

like (rude persons pronouns) heart was shattering, and started to take it

out on others.

anyways have a good day c:

and if you feel like this, just express it, cry, yell, whatever you need to do

don't bury it. When you bury it, the pain gets stronger

c. wright mills's sociological imagination suggest investigating to explain this increase?