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I’m Ugly, So What?

By chance you met someone you haven’t seen for ages on the street, and the first thing she said after the usual airy fairy kisses, 

‘You look fab! Have you lost weight?’

In other words, previously you were looking so so. Nothing worth mentioning or probably too kind to say you were pudgy before and you looked ugly. But what’s up with that? Am I unattractive when my bones aren’t sticking out?

Another example:

‘I love your new hair cut! But you gotta do something about your white hair’

Right. When you love something about someone, nip the buts. Keep the positive and bite your tongue. More people these days are embracing the signs of aging or natural defects proudly, without feeling the urge to wipe them out. And let’s say you’re giving a compliment only to be nice, don’t. Just smile and keep your real thoughts to yourself. 

Oh, and this as well:

‘She’s gorgeous! So lucky to have fair skin’. 

All of us are born with different shades, that are not only made up of fair, medium and dark. Also having skin as white as snow, isn’t the only sign of beauty. However, if you want to go for whitening treatments, obviously nobody should be questioning your choice. 

As for me, I tan easily. Sometimes I’m a latte and I can be a mocha the next minute. Though it doesn’t bother me, I do find it annoying when someone asked,

‘What happened to you? You’re darker now’.

We got to stop these shallow perceptions when commenting on someone’s appearance. Everybody’s beautiful in their own way and that is how it’s meant to be. The standard of beauty should remain highly subjective instead of prescriptive as dictated by others. Appreciate our unique differences and give sincere compliments. No buts and ifs, would be a good start.

‘You’re beautiful’. Full stop. Oh, yes you are šŸ˜

 

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What Becomes of Humanity?

Nothing is shocking anymore nowadays 

We heard it all before

Serial killers, sexual predators, suicide bombers, 

Abusive partners, evil dictators, merciless militants… 

A long list that doesn’t seem to end

With tyrannies and criminals making newsworthy items 

Make us scream in anger: what the hell is wrong with the world today?

Wanting to feel safe but we’re showered with fear

By the unthinkable that’s senselessly assaulting us

Turning off the media for a temporary relief

Even then

Disasters happily continue to pop up

There could be one in our own backyard

At a nondescript location

Hapless victims silently praying for redemption

Such predicaments that befall the innocents 

Inflicting them with bloody wounds and torturous souls

Permanent scars that resist to heal

Or untimely death just waiting

To end the ordeal

Oh, what’s becoming of humanity

Where is it hiding in this time of need?

Aiza@Lifeissuch 

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The Grandest Gift

There’s so much truth in this. Friendship is truly a gift that you give yourself. Lucky is one who gets to enjoy this privilege to be with one or two, or a tribe of besties, who love them whole heartedly. I have mine and ever so grateful for that!

P/S Dear AJ, let’s not forget our promise when we grow old…we’ll continue to have our endless random chats from politics to husband’s antics, and have a great laugh! 

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Stuff

I have this little craving

That comes in a box of Roses

To pop each one and munching

Zero care for the impact it poses.

I have this tiny longing

For a South Korea holiday

Seoul- Busan- Jeju island hopping

Promising good times all the way.

I have an itsy bitsy yearning 

For Longchamp totes collection

Solid hues would be a go-to thing

While cherry blossoms are my obsession.

I have a wee bit hankering

Soul searching on a mountain retreat

Hiking, meditating, sleeping and writing 

But wifi free can be a real huge feat.

I have this strong wanting

A cuppa hot mocha with cream 

Forget the calories counting

Letting lose in this sugary dream.

I have a lingering thought

And it got to stop now

It truly really ought

To stop this stomach growl.

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L.I.E

A friend once asked how everything was with my life then. She found most of the posts here a little bleak and wondered if I was okay. Maybe just maybe, the dark undertones were undeniably present. Anyhow I gave the standard positive reply …things couldn’t have been any better. A huge smile plastered across my face. Yup. That was it. But that was a lie.

Why would one lie about feelings? Isn’t it easier to spill it out so the world won’t get a chance to misunderstand? What’s there to lose but a couple of minutes, or a dry throat, or a bucket of tears, or simply some dignity? 

All I know is this. I’m not comfortable reaching out to others over my troubles, no matter how big or small. These battles are mine to fight and I will do exactly that. When you see me and have a hunch that I’m struggling, just do one thing. Give me a genuine smile and a warm hug, then say a prayer quietly in your head. I’d appreciate it a lot. Really.