It's truly a strange thing, when we're told

not to listen to beauty standards, to live comfortably as we are, to "be yourself",

and then are thrown a fistful of 

Mayfair, Amaro, Lo-fi, Sutro, Hudsons and Vintages, Toasters and Earlybirds, and we can't forget B&W

so that at the end of it all, we only see someone else. 

 

Ironic, is it not? 

 

And another strange thing, when later on we grow to find that

Mayfair won't remarkably make more people care, Vintage caresses dullness and lacks clarity, and we don't live in a world that's Black & White.

 

We don't.

Of course not.

 

We are bucketfuls and more bucketfuls of color,

we are clear and sharp and intelligible and lucid, 

and we are substance

and we are substantial.

 

If we,

if you were to look at the first filter option at the bottom of your editing device

you'd find that the first filter is not even a filter at all.

 

It's an option to not make any changes, 

a choice to not cover any qualities up, 

a decision to be left unstained, 

one that reeks of rawness and honesty and throwing yourself into an open void saying, 

 

"This is what, this is who I am."