“I know it’s not clothes that make women beautiful or otherwise, nor beauty care, nor expensive creams, nor the distinction of costliness of their finery. I know the problem lies elsewhere. I don’t know where. I only know it isn’t where women think.”
There are still days that I feel insecure but most of the time, it’s because of someone’s talent. And what do I do with that feeling? Turn it into inspiration. I admire that person, love them, find pieces of them in myself, until I find the light that has been kept because I was staring at the dark. I am definitely satisfied with how look and how I am now but it won’t stop me from becoming the better version of myself. I’ve written a little poem years ago here, let me share it to you again.
“The girl of my dreams has a dazzling bright smile that lifts everyone in the room. She gives everyone a chance to feel better about themselves instead of envying her. She loves her body and most importantly her imperfections. She’s not the one you’ll always see prim and proper, she’ll be sloppy and shabby but she’ll be able to make up for it by her positive attitude in life and words to live by. She loves to write snail mails rather than answer e-mails.
She might not don the latest “it” bag but she’ll prove to you that confidence is the key to a successful outfit look. However, at the same time it doesn’t mean that she’ll give up her dream to wear anything by Carven. She likes to listen to music that somehow catches your soul. She dreams of being a lawyer and a designer, among other things, at the same time because she believes that the world is an endless place and nothing is impossible. For now, she’ll remain a mystery.
Or forever.. ”