People can think what they want about me. That I’m some insecure, self-absorbed, media-influenced, unintelligent, cowardice bitch. But I know who I am. And I’m okay with my choices and my thoughts. And I do care, yeah I do care what people think, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to change me. Your opinions are not going to define me. I may look in the mirror and remember all the comments people say about me or over exaggerate on what people truly think about me, but nonetheless I will see myself for who I am. And at times, yes, yes I am all of the above mentioned, I’m insecure, I care about brand names and what people think. But regardless, those are my opinions. I buy things because I like them, and I like how they look on me and how they look in general. Not because I think they will make me look “cool”. I wear ridiculous headbands and jewelry because I think I look nice in them, because I find it appealing. I’m just fed up with how people see me when they really don’t know me at all. Think what you want, but you don’t know anything about me. Not one thing. If you can’t see behind all my little faults, you are obviously looking for all the wrong things in people.