You can change yourself. You can chop and dye your hair. You can plaster your face with makeup. You can ram your fingers down your throat and starve yourself. You can exercise until you’re nothing but skin and bones. You can get a nose job. You can get a boob job. You can buy expensive, flattering clothes. But that won’t solve the problem. The problem is that you can’t accept yourself, no matter how beautiful you become.
“Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.”—Stephen King (via 1011395)