
Rossy you look pretty, you are cute, you are so beautiful๐. This are just some of the complements I get most of my days. They usually put a smile on my face as I respond with a simple thank you๐. Unfortunately that smile only last for only few seconds.
In reality, I’m actually expecting such comments ๐ฝ, why?๐ฎBecause I have put a lot of effort to look like that๐. For example, last night I prepared the perfect outfit for the following day highly considering what is trending on fashion buzz.๐๐ That is not the only thing I did, I also had a thorough preparation for my beauty sleep. Upon waking up I follow the recommended routine of lifestyle. After showering, a little body lotion and my outfit would be enough for me๐.
Halt! I can hear a voice, it sounds like the world is telling me something. ” Don’t step out yet you are missing something ๐ฑ.” I’m I?๐
Ooh, oops๐. I have forgotten my layers, my covers, my pretty face. Yes I have to put some layers of make up to look attractive. Where is my make up, Ooh here you are Thank God! My million dollars cosmetics: some fake nails, fake lashes, fake here and a little fake there, finally I have to check on that fake smile whether it is still working. Now I’m good to go๐.
Sometimes I feel this is overwhelming to me๐. I need someone to come and save me. You, yes you seeing me suffering and drowning myself in the cares of this world. Give me a hand and pull me out.
Wash off my face so you can see all the black spots I have caused, see my frown due to sadness and depression I try to hide. Pop my buttons one by one, see my heart beating due to the fears I have, strip me down see every scar on my body. Measure how deep each wound was and listen to the story they tell. There now I stand before you, bear and vulnerable take your move. I knew the move I had to take after scrutinizing myself. I need to accept myself the way I’m.I have to overcome my fears, letting my scars tell testimonies and learning from my black spots. I have learnt that the world will see me the way I present myself. I shall not let the world change me, I rather use the opportunity it offers to get moulded into whom I am and meant to be, THE PRETTY SOUL; yes that’s me.๐
