Conformity

Because recently I've been feeling down, it all went to the shoots when someone labelled me. You know what I mean. I got stereotyped. I went home and just wanted to conform. It would be easier, right? No one would stare at you like you're some kind of freak. After all, it's easier to follow the crowd than to be an individual.

So, this is the result. This is what I would be had I followed the crowd. I'd be pretty much everything I'd want to be, except the person I am right now. I would be all the things that don't matter, that are irrelevant, that nobody would judge me for anyway because hey! I'd be a conformist!

So. Here is a list of what I would look like, if the pic wasn't enough already. Some of them I would love to be. Some of them are totally fake...

Size ten.
5 foot 5.
Nice clothes *DESIGNER*
Decent phone.
Dodgy hands (... Okay, so I can't draw hands, sue me!! *Sobs*)
At least half decent to look at.
Likeable.
Completely unscarred hands, legs and arms.
Trousers that show off your thong and very nice, round, but small, @$$.

And now I will be accused of being all emo-like, purely because I have insecurities.

Well, doesn't everyone?