There was a time, When i would scroll down people's posts, And think - "wow, they have a perfect life...I can never become like them, even if i tried to"
But as time passed by i realised, Having a perfect photo doesn't always mean That you have a perfect life.
Having a pretty face doesn't always make your heart and mind beautiful.
Having a thousands of followers doesn't always calm your soul.
And, somewhere between transforming myself and being envious of people, my thoughts changed and I learned to love myself.
Now, when I look at their pictures, I don't feel any kind of jealousy or hatred, for my soul whispers every time - "they are never going to be like you, even if they tried"