A few years ago I lost 30 pounds and people still wanted to criticize. And honestly I'm happy with myself if I'm a little heavier. I realized: 'Why am I trying to conform to someone else's idea of beauty?' I think I'm beautiful either way.
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion a shadow a story. And the greatest good is little enough for all life is a dream and dreams themselves are only dreams.
