Weekend-Engagement Week #266: Confident in My Own Skin :)

At some point in our lives, we've probably been ridiculed for our appearance. It can't be avoided since people are naturally judgmental, although some are harsh enough to voice their opinions and/or intentionally hurt others. Is it because of their own insecurities? That's something we don't know. hahah

Since my younger days, I have already been chubby, and as expected, children my age would call me fat, pig, or other similar things. I didn't really mind because in my head I thought, if food disappears from this world, I'll be thin... and skinny people would have it tough. XD (Yeah, I already have a crazy mindset.)

I was also called "black eye" when I was young. My eyes are a bit sunken, so they appear darker than usual. In the photo above, we had a play at school. Some kids called me "black eye" in front of many people, so I felt really embarrassed and cried. The dark makeup made it worse. Despite that, the show must go on.

This facial feature is something I got from my paternal side. So, when my parents explained to me that it's normal and it's not something to be embarrassed about, I decided to embrace it. :)

I mostly just ignored these comments after that, and when I did... the bullies resorted to something physical.

One of the things I could never forget was the time one of the bigger boys in our class punched my tummy while we were dancing in class. I remember going home crying that day. When my father and my late uncle knew about it, they taught me how to punch. They were such amazing adult, weren't they? hahaha

As soon as I arrived in class the next day, I faced that bully and punched him in the gut. He cried, apologized, and never did anything to me. Yaaay!

I suppose that at that point, I realized that when someone ridicules you, it's better to ignore them. However, when they continue to do so, don't be afraid to fight back. XD

Teenage years... they were those years when people start getting attracted to other people. It's the time when people start being conscious about what others think about them.

My female friends started applying powder and lip gloss to look more attractive, while my male friends started to be conscious of their hairstyle. It was fun to undergo these changes.

It's not that I didn't care about how I looked; it's more that I didn't care about how others saw me. As long as I'm clean and presentable... as long as I didn't smell... I didn't really care much. I'm the kind of person who chooses comfort over style.

No matter how you look, some people will still judge you anyway. So, why not choose something for yourself and not for them?

It's so funny because I remember someone told me in high school... if you were a little bit thinner, I'll ask you to be my girlfriend. And I remember answering, "As if I'll like someone with that kind of mindset!"

This photo was taken about 14 years ago. I shared it because of the caption I placed. hahaha Don't judge me, I'm not a book!

I still feel the same... It's not that I'm encouraging people to judge a book. JK~ LOL

I can be whoever I want to be... as long as I'm not hurting other people. It's the beauty from the inside that matters.

We can't please everyone around us, and we actually don't have to. Just be who you are because, even though some people will judge you, others will accept you. And those who are willing to accept you regardless are worth keeping! :)

Now, I continue to live as myself, confident in my own skin, surrounded by people who accept me with open arms. So, don't forget to love and accept yourself. (^^,)/

That's it for this post. :) See you around! (^^,)v