this is my new theory, (and i know there is no arguement), hair upon a mans head is as important as medium to large size breasts are for a women (and yet both are empty and meaningless, though one does serve a purpose regardless of there size) to their own self esteem, now for both sides of this issues those who wish to have what they dont, and a society that constantly perpetuates a fact of life that doesnt exist, hello were human beings where not supposed to look the same, dont you listen to Groove Armada ha ha ha.
1.--if a person doesnt like you due to the lack of your hair/breasts why would you want anything to do with them. speaking from experince i actually shaved my head for over 2 years completely to the skin, and found no difference between my interaction with people or my own self esteem, for the other ive never had implants so i can not speak of such an experince, quite frankily men i think your weak and know its all in your head, as i may suggest it is also may be for women, though of course i cant speak of such an experince.
2.-- the other side which i have many issues with is society, and this constant perception built by society and advertising agencies, that we should look a certain way and if dont we are somehow inadequate, or lacking in some way, or even worse not "cool", and i know all societies/ cultures have there idea of beauty, but true beauty has nothing to do with a few strands of hair or a couple of handfuls of silcone, doesnt any one else find such gains empty and nothing but increased suffering for no reason what so ever, now doesnt that sound completely insane, words are empty, but i know they can hurt for a long long time, but only if you allow them to, dont let others or society, or even fucking worse advertising companies tell you what is or isnt beautiful, look into your heart and you will see that all things are created beautiful the day they are born, so you have nothing to worry about, youre just fine as you are so relax and enjoy life, its to short to be worring about how much or little you have of something, just live.
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