"Stick and stones..."

I used to believe that I am less than who I am.


I used to believe that I'm ugly. That I could never be able to do anything meaningful. That I'm a waste of space. A freak. Someone who's just there to give something to talk about, to jeer about. To mock about.
They think I couldn't hear. Or was I supposed to hear?
Was I there just for the sole purpose of entertaining you?
DO I AMUSE YOU? (Tell me again what part of it is funny when you talk about my flaws?)
Years and years on end I lived my life thinking I was just a joke.
If it weren't for constant encouragement from dearest family and friends, I wouldn't be here by now.
Had I succumbed to the impossible standards the world set out for me, I wouldn't be able to break free. To brace all of me, and to accept them. To acknowledge the fact that I'm different ...and to learn to love that different "me".
Words are powerful.
Learn to use them wisely.

Kudos to Adi Pratama B. Fau, Angelique Melisa Claire, Arthania Bernike Pelawi, Cintya Saraswati, Nadya Wibowo/Nadya Regina W, Adyanto Trinugroho, and Anastasia Meicy for always reminding me that all those jerks are wrong.
And of course, my mom, Shinta Ambarsari...for staying with me every step of the way.
xxx

26 April 2015