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Sick.

My tonsil is swollen, my nose is runny and I kept coughing. Luckily Eja slept somewhere else yesterday because I think I might be snoring because it is super hard to breathe. But yesterday I slept at 11 and I am feeling a bit better today.

During the holiday, I have a lot of time to think about stuffs. And I am constantly on the internet so I watched and read lots of things. And then, I came across this video. 


A friend of mine once told me that if she is going to drive somewhere, she would dress up prettily so that if her car broke down or something, people would be extra-willing to help her. A friend of mine also once told me that people might not want to marry me because I am fat. Once, we saw a big car and my friend was asking if the person driving it was handsome, and  someone said "eee, dia gemuklah". 

Sad isn't it? I am a bit sensitive  about this topic because truthfully, though I genuinely believe that I am beautiful (you don't want to know how much time I spend in the toilet admiring my face in the mirror), deep inside I know that in my social setting, I don't actually fit the definition of pretty. I am not tall, I cannot eat all I want and not gain weight, my skin is not white/fair. If you want to ask me "why do you care about this?", look at the paragraph above. Apparently, people might not stop and help me if my car broke down because I am not pretty. That is a little bit scary (if not a lot !).

Okay, so the point of me writing this is that I want people (at least my readers) to truly believe that everybody is beautiful. And instead of looking at how beautiful a person is (because you know that everybody is beautiful so why bother looking at it), you look at their achievement, or their personality, or even better, look at them as a human. 

I'm going to stop here but you should realize that not only girls go through this, there are boys who killed themselves for thinking that they are ugly. So be sensitive about what you say to people okay! Bye :*


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