The Human Race Again

So, the human race. Again. One of the things I’ve been thinking about lately is how much we try fixing one another’s imperfections. At least medical wise. Like braces; braces are to fix people’s teeth so that they’re straight. But what’s wrong if they’re crooked? I know some things have to be fixed, like my brother with his kidney surgery. It’s important for his health. But some things aren’t. Another one is mental medicine. Medicine for like ADHD, autism, things like that. What those do is they try changing the person to make them as normal as possible. But why can’t they be themselves? They might not be the easiest person to deal with, the friendliest, or the most normal. But everybody’s different. Everybody has their flaws. People born without limbs. Giving them artificial limbs so they can blend in with life and be normal.
I mean to a point, there are things I understand. I think the one that gets to me the most is the mental medicine. Maybe because I dealt with it for a few years. I took medicine for ADHD. And I can tell you for a fact that by being prescribed to it alone made you feel different. But people tried changing me. They gave me this medicine for my mind, that would change it so I could focus better. I understand the reasoning behind it, but its changing the person, making them someone they’re not. Aren’t we told to always be ourselves? Then why do kids with ADHD, autism, things like that, have to be changed so that they’re more “normal”? Maybe I’m looking at it all wrong, but I just think it’s people trying to fix other people’s flaws, when in reality those flaws make that person even more beautiful.
And then there’s the non medical aspects. The biggest one is makeup. I rarely wear makeup; hardly ever. I think it’s just a big way to cover up your flaws. A little lipstick here. Some eyeshadow there. Blush over here. I mean, what’s the point of it.. okay I can understand using little bits of it. Using small amounts to emphasize your strong aspects. But its mostly used to cover up all the mistakes people see on their faces. Who cares? What’s sad is that plenty of people do care. Which drives you to hide your flaws even more.
And then, the one I am most familiar with. Trying to fit in. I don’t think it’s really about fixing imperfections, but it involves change. I’ve never really fit in anywhere in my life; I was always that weird outcast kind of person. Being left out. Getting funny looks. Things like that. So I know what it’s like to try cooping parts of you up for the people around you. Developing a fake image of yourself so that people will like you and accept you. Trust me, I know that like the back of my hand. Only recently have I started fixing that. I realized I would lock up the strongest parts of me, even around my best friends, so they wouldn’t judge me. But you have to realize things change, people change, and choices have to made. I quit locking that part of me up, and I would notice who would embrace those aspects, and who would give me the far-too-familiar funny looks. I learned to attach myself more to the.. three people who were okay with the side of me I didn’t really show, and I put some space between the rest. There are many different sides of me, but as the saying goes “If you can’t handle me at my worst then you don’t deserve me at my best.”
Basically my point is, I think, is to not cover up your flaws. Don’t cover up the sides of you that are different. Embrace them, love them, and show them to the world. I think that is a brilliant strength, being able to do that. Not that many people have the courage to go out there and accept their flaws, take compliments from other people, and show the world who they really are. People are afraid to break away from the pack, to be singled out, to be different. I think deep down everyone has that essence of wanting to be a little different than the other person. A little prettier than them, a little smarter than them, a little braver than them. But how far are they really willing to go do achieve that? You can’t achieve that if you follow the same leader, and do the same things as them. The world is afraid to stand out. But then again, if we all stand out, then won’t we all be fitting in?