¿ inside out ?

// if the beauty is suppose to be from the inside, then why do people judge the outside so critically? Why can parents make off handed jokes about your weight? Why can classmates laugh at your clothes? Why can photographers completely edit your smile? Why can your boss fire you based on how many piercings you have? Why can grandparents skip birthdays because your tattoos disturb them? I believe its because we let them. I let everyone’s opinion get into my head and mess me up. I let everyone’s judgement refrain me from doing/wearing/acting how I want. We let other people influence us to the point where we aren’t even ourselves, we are what they made us to be. We act how they want/like. We dress so we can avoid their criticism. We skip meals so we don’t have to be the butt of their jokes. We smother our morals so we can fit in. To truly be yourself is a choice you have to make daily. A choice you have to uphold, even when its hard. Once accepted, your independence and strength will be something people will not only admire but envy. If you want to be identified by your inside, personality, ideas, and dreams  –  then give that to people. Don’t let them characterize your exterior as your soul //

 An old Cherokee told his grandson,

“My son, there is a battle between two wolves inside us all. One is not us, its Evil. it is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies and ego. The other is us, its Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, humility, empathy and truth.”
The boy thought about it, and asked,
“Grandfather, which wolf wins?”
The old man quietly replied,

“The one you feed.”

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