Something ive known long ago, and lost at some point of time in life.
Something that ive took for granted, something that i thought was overrated.
Something that i chose to ignore and succumbed to the pressure of what others will think about me.


Its all coming back to me now.

I am beautiful, no matter what they say.
Words cant bring me down.

I am not my hair, i am not this skin, i am the soul that lives within.

I will make all the fashion statements, just by dressing up my mind.

Every zit just shows that im human and ive learnt to live with it.
I dont need to have washboard abs to be happy.

I dont believe in living normal just to satisfy demand.

Ive learnt to love being me.