Astigmatism

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a·stig·ma·tism

noun

  1. 1.
    a defect in the eye or in a lens caused by a deviation from spherical curvature, which results in distorted images, as light rays are prevented from meeting at a common focus.

    In the world we live in, everyone focuses on perfection.
    Perfect skin.
    Perfect teeth.
    Perfect height.
    Perfect weight.
    Perfect everything.

     We've developed this, astigmatism of ourselves. Looking through the lens of society, we forget that the lens has a defect. What you see in the mirror is not what is actually there. Society shows you distorted images. The images tell you that you're worthless because you're not perfect. The astigmatism distorts the images and prevents rays of self love from meeting a common focus. Society clinically places the lens in your eye and stands detached as the lens causes them to water. The tears course down your cheeks as the lens distorts your view of not only yourself, but the world. But let me offer some glasses to correct this defect, distorted images, and allow a common focus.
  2. You are not perfect
  3. You are not meant to be
  4. The war isn't against the mirror, or yourself.
  5. It's against society.
  6. Take out your lens, wipe away the distorted view. Focus.
  7. You're imperfectly perfect, and I think that's beautiful.

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