In life, we are little red riding hood, and the society is the big bad wolf.
In class we discuss how "the body is like a canvas" but aren't canvas' supposed to be filled with art?
Because instead of accepting and appreciating the art, we Laugh at a girl because her form of art is a birthmark covering half her face. Or the boy who was attacked by a dog and his form of art is 2 four inch scars running down his neck.
We say that art is a part of life, but only accept certain forms. We act as though, if our world was an art museum. for it to be close to any definition of perfect, Everything would be white. The walls, the canvas', everything. and they'd all be the same size. A perfect square.
But is it our fault? Is it our fault that we where raised in this society? That this is how we've came to be?
In my opinion... No.
You see, that's the thing with society. We judge, because someone once judged us.
We refuse to love, because someone once refused to love us.
And in the end, some decide they're not worth it. because once, someone told them they weren't.
So who's fault is it?
Ours?
Or society's?
