The call.

'So....Which part of you isn't good enough?' 

Usually,I don't think it would take me long to come up with an answer. Today, it didn't feel that way. 

I had to struggle with my answers. I had to process what I wanted to say a couple of times.

Hesitating I lied, " Not rich, Not skinny enough, Not pretty enough, Not...." 

It just dawned on me that I finally think I'm good enough. It took me quite long to figure that out but I think I am. 

I'm good enough for being able-bodied, I am good enough to be blessed with my senses and an appetite to eat. I'm good enough being healthy and strong. I'm good enough,poor.

There are definitely mornings where I will look into the mirror and start squeezing my tummy, thinking how I should start running 10km/day to lose all that jiggle, times when some insensitive bastards would make me feel like I am nothing worth a look at, times when I scroll through tumblr and wished I was the girl who could eat muffins all day long and  have Miranda kerr's body.

But they are almost gone. Most days i wake up embracing my body. Most days I don't really get affected if people are going to judge how I really look like. Most days I think about why beautiful people out there are still searching for flaws within themselves. 

I learnt that instead of shaming myself using the social media, I could just accept or change my thinking. Change, to become a more confident woman and not because society deemed that I should wear New Balances to fit into the crowd.

Change,for my health and happiness.
Accept, because no one is always given what they wished for and people are all made into different faces and sizes to contribute to the society in  many different and meaningful ways.

“One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon - instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.”