I feel like lately I've become a professional sulker.
No, really - I could bottle up tears and sell them on eBay.
I will admit, most of those tears have been the result of vicariously living through characters in sappy romance movies, but intertwined, few and far between, there have been some of my own.
The world loves to make you feel like you're worth nothing.
The world loves to tell you that you can't do it, that you're not good enough.
Well guess what?
I don't like that world. I'm revolting, bayonet-in-hand.
Because there is a world, which oftentimes seems to be hidden, that accepts all forms of imperfection.
And that world starts with you.