08/ 09/ 2015
DISCLAIMER:SOME PARTS FICTION SOME PARTS ARE NOT, DECIDE WHICH ONE IS WHICH.
I might have felt ugly, but I never felt lesser than anyone.
I am the best!, grandma warned me about that,my friends told me that.
My sisters acknowledged that, my teachers complimented that.
MAMA MADE ME THAT.
You will listen to me,look at me,talk to me.
You’ll be in awe.
And when you feel like you’re better than me?I will make you realize hell no you’re not.
I enjoyed every compliment I got for being the best.
I savored it,swallowed it,flaunted it.
This is my world.
I did not painted it this way,they painted it that way,and I said graces for it.
There’s no exception to the rule.
You’re my teacher? I’m better than you.
You’re my neighbor? I’m better than you.
You’re my friend? I’m better than you.
This went on for so long that I got confused,because it didn’t feel good overtime.
It felt burdensome not acknowledging everyone’s worth around me.
It felt like a CHARADE and I’m tired of rehearsing to put up a show.
I want to tell you you’re awesome,but I couldn’t.
PRIDE and self-righteousness are the culprit.
For the longest time, I want to show the world that I have weaknesses too,that I get jealous,that I don’t feel awesome all the time,that I get insecure too.
Took so much courage to admit to the world all that.
But that’s the only way to free myself from the bubble I was wrapped into.
I SWALLOWED MY PRIDE.
Now I can compliment you,Now I can say nice things about you,I can lift you up more,now we can both share the joys this world has to offer.
Finally your dress looks awesome,your abs look great,your blog is inspiring,your shoes is to die for,your cooking skill is exceptional,your photos are fantastic.
AND IT’S LIBERATING.
(I’ts not sweater weather yet specially in AZ,but can you blame me for wishing it is?)
Thanx for visiting my blog,xoxo.