I’m pretty sure when you look at the Mona Lisa you’re not thinking about whether she looks fat or not/I’m 100% sure Botticelli’s Venus didn’t give a fuck about having a gap between her thighs.

Do you expect me to walk this world completely open to you? An open book, clearly written, easily delivered. Fuck that. In a world of online profiles and the 5 second first impression swipe, you want me to show myself to you fully? What would that do? How would you survive so much honesty? So I will not.

I know I’m not the first twenty-something to go through this sort of experience. To have someone roll their eyes, shake their head, or chastise you via social media because you’re just that—a twenty-something—and thus you apparently know nothing about life.