The matter of acceptance is a grave one indeed.

It doesn't matter what you are or who you may be; you may be a potato for all you know and all you want is acceptance from the opposite sex. Your girlfriends might remark on your features, saying how pretty your eyes are, how soft your skin is, how the very worst part of you (or what you might feel is the worst) is something that makes you unique above the rest. Remember the thick unibrow you had your whole life? Well shave half of it off, shape it and voila! Those are the most beautifully shaped eyebrows ever.

Beauty is acquired. Rarely is someone just born beautiful. Not to say that people are born ugly, but you still need to do certain things to look desirable. For a girl, rid yourself of most of the hair, straighten things out, look like all the time you spent at the palour is something that is gifted to you by sleep every passing day and you would be something that society would term something of great beauty. I would not know if it was easier for men, for them, its about the rugged yet clean look where even after sweating it out at work, they need to look like the sexiest beasts on the planet.
But what is this all for? Is it hardly ever for you? Even though you might be self sufficient as hell, you don't need another to help you through life, in the end, we are raised with story tales. With stories of Knights in Shining Armor, of Prince Charmings, of men who will protect and accept us for who we are. Someone for whom we don't need to shave our legs that long winter break, someone for whom we can sit in our baggiest Cheetos stained clothes, our hair in a tangle and who would look at us each time with fondness and simply say, "I adore you."
You might be a feminist, you might be alone and happy about it, but in the end, that's all you want, that's all you need, someone to accept you as you accept them.
You don't need rainbows and butterflies, chocolate and kisses (though they would be generously accepted), you just need that one person who would say, "Be yourself! The world may hate you for it, judge you for it, but I will only love you for it."
As cheesy as it might sound, and this is cheesier than the cheesiest cheese burst pizza, you just want someone to say all your I-Love-Yous to, someone to say, I miss you, someone you could coin the holiday card greeting of 'Wish You Were Here' to.
You want to belong to someone, you want to fit in their arms, smile for all their smiles, be a shoulder for all their sorrow and a hand to hold as they walk their path of life. You don't want to be alone because the world is filled with so many lonely people who don't want to be alone together. You see your parents, the first couple that you encountered together. For all their bickering and their disagreements, you see the gentle looks they give each other as the remember the hurdles they overcame in their chapter of life, you see the proud looks of joy as they look at you. They might have made mistakes in their lives but one thing that they did do was create new life, they gave you a life, the one that you have now is all because of them. It might be shitty at times and you might wish you did not exist but you still got a chance at something wonderful and that's a lot more than a million stars would have.
Everything that you want, comes from the feelings you had growing up, the warmth of a body that surrounds you, that unconditional love, that joy that fills you up at the slightest hint of admiration, those shy sly blushes at a word of a compliment. Everything. What we really need is just approval. We just need to feel accepted, just a sign that we can stop trying so hard to fit in and just be the person we want to be. All in all we just want to be allowed to be who we are.