What i told my 'self-doubting' best friend.

~ I think of myself as a regular person walkin down the street and 'perfect' people (as they seem because i dont know them personally) are like mannequins behind shop windows on display for all to see because they are so perfect. If i was not friends with you, you would seem like one of those mannequins to me because i would only know you as this sickening gay with cool style, gets along with everyone, is good at arty farty shit, stands up for themselves and others, has a job and is independant. That is what makes you 'perfect' in peoples eyes, but if people get to know that you have your own problems and insecurities and that your 'perfectness' is only a mannequin behind a window, they will also see that your actually just another regular person staring at other mannequins in other windows. Does that make sense? Like this idea of people being perfect shouldn't make you feel any type of way. You are perfect in your own way and that is what should make you laugh and scream "so fucking what" to all of your self doubt. Like i know i'm a slob and ugly or whatever but at the same time I as in Me an in Myself think i'm cute and cool and so much more, like i just think of having my own mannequin and as a regular person i continue my life in glee and content at the fact that altho i may be trash, i still have a mannequin of my own for all to see behind a shop window, so suck on it bitches and that's on plastic bag. ~