These scars will always remind me on how I tried to hide from my 6th grade crush during our graduation picture. These scars will always remind me when he said that it doesn’t matter if I have it or not that I should let it, no matter how many acne scattered and occupied my face. These scars will always remind me the pity and hopeless looks of friends who was “concerned” on my situation and how I tried to mask my disappointments and discomfort. These scars will always remind me on how I always wait for someone to say that I am beautiful and mean it even though I think that I am not. These scars will always remind me on how I tried every products I heard. These scars will always remind me on how distorted what real beauty is - that no one will ever approach you when you have those pimples on your face, how frustrating it was because the society makes it the way it is. But these scars will always remind me that even all of those things always put me into almost hopelessness  I never lose hope to myself and I knew and found what real beauty is and found the beauty within me. With these scars, I know what real beauty is and what others thought of it was wrong. I learn to have faith, to stick to it and never lose hope. Because it’s just a simple thing that a teenager normally faces but it was something big that I never thought I could learn things from it. 

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