True pride

This weekend was supposed to be about pride - being proud of who you are. Then why was I aware of every curve, every bump, every pimple, every small imperfection in my body? I stood at the corner of Church and Carlton wishing I were invisible. I told my friend this and he pointed out that that's what being gay was about.

I partially agree but I think it's all in me. I know that the gay community is superficial but my body image is mine alone and I shouldn't let others influence it. It's the small imperfections that make us beautiful, that perfect us. If everyone were flawless, the world wouldn't be beautiful anymore. And once I threw my own concerns to the wind and let the festivities around me take hold of me, I felt a lot more comfortable in my own skin.