You are who you are. Don’t ever try to be what someone else wants you to be. Don’t suck your stomach in because you want to be skinny. Don’t do 1000 leg lifts a day to get the perfect ass. Don’t stop eating because someone said you have a double chin. Don’t wear 100lbs of makeup because someone said it looks good. Don’t go to the tanning bed every day because every hot girl on TV has golden tan skin. Don’t die your hair blonde because blondes have more fun. Don’t wear a push up bra because your boobs are too small. Don’t squeeze into size 0 pants because it isn’t cool to be a 1. Don’t get your belly button pierced because that girl next to you in math class was showing her’s off last week and all the guys started asking her out. IF YOU LOVE YOURSELF, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. You do NOT need to have protruding hip bones, sharp facial structor, big lips, tan skin, a flat stomach, and lifted boobs to be beautiful. Just be yourself. I know that sounds so cliche, but just do it. Tell anyone who doesn’t like it to go suck a fuck, and tell yourself you can be whatever you want because it’s your skin and you’re beautiful as long as you think you are.
So many religions are there because so many people are unhappy. A happy person needs no religion; a happy person needs no temple, no church — because for a happy person the whole universe is a temple, the whole existence is a church. The happy person has nothing like religious activity because his whole life is religious.
In my experience, people only believe in God for one reason: they don’t know how to believe in themselves and each other. It’s much scarier to put your faith in an actual person - a person who makes mistakes and doesn’t always know the answers - than in a supposed Saint who is all-seeing and can do no wrong. They find it comforting to be able to fall back on the belief that everything happens for a reason, and no matter what you do, things will play out the way God meant them to. And who wouldn’t find comfort in that? Wouldn’t life be so much easier if we all believed that the course of our lives are outside of our control? In truth, believing in God is a choice. You are not born believing in Him, you are taught to believe in Him. And as you grow older and see the world, the real world, full of hate and anger and sadness, you make that choice: to see reality as it is, not sugar-coated, and accept that life really isn’t fair; or to see what you choose, that this is all a test from God, the way He intended it to unfold.