Us.

In a society like ours, everyone is mere as broken as one another.

We are, perhaps, quite too engulfed in that of making ourselves the ideal person, may that be through physical appearance or fabricating our personalities. We always have one thought in mind: "Why am I not this?" or, "Why am I not that?" We concern ourselves too much to the point where it harms us either mentally, physically, or both. Going under the knife to get the desired nose shape or something of the sorts is becoming more and more common as time goes on in addition to an increasing number of insecurities in men and women alike to look and act a certain way. 

This bulky mass of insecurity slowly swallows each and every one of us, whether we realize it or not, and slowly makes us increasing doubtful of our bodies and personalities. It makes us strive for something that is, in the end, not fit for most, if not all of us. The mass takes lives and subconsciously begins to take over others' lives. 

We are not ourselves, we are trying to be like others. Is it true to say, in this case, that we are in fact whole as opposed to broken when we can barely even accept ourselves?