To be happy is to be beautiful,
To bring a smile to one’s face as you walk by,
To be admired and wanted.
To be happy is to have a nice face,
To cover yourself in makeup until it sinks into your skin,
To brush your teeth until your gums bleed.
To be happy is to have a perfect body,
To get sick at the sight of food,
To see your own ribs shine through.
To be happy is to cry at night but not in front of others,
To carry heavy footsteps,
To be numb.
To be happy is to not be happy at all.
Izaac Espinoza • Feb 17, 2026 at 10:18 pm
This is so peak, I love the word choicing, and it really reflects how a lot of people must feel.