I cannot understand why any young man - or young woman, for that matter - would wish to undergo the painful process of disfiguring the skin with various multicolored representations of people, animals, and various symbols.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I cannot imagine what it must feel like to be treated differently because of the color of my skin.
There's something magical about a woman who feels comfortable in her own skin.
I do sometimes painful things to my body in an effort to conform to culturally imposed beauty ideals.
Not longer loved or fostered by religion, beauty is lifted from its face as a mask, and its absence exposes features on that face which threaten to become incomprehensible to man.
For me, you don't ever want to be defined by the color of your skin. You want to be defined by your work ethic, the person that you are, your character, your personality. That's what I've tried to go out and do.
I'd never want to go back to being in my twenties or thirties. I was lost and confused and uncomfortable in my own skin.
The colour of the skin is in no way connected with strength of the mind or intellectual powers.
It's good to have to put yourself in someone else's skin. It's all-consuming.
One of the reasons I write is to be in other people's skin.
A bit of lusting after someone does wonders for the skin.