I'm not perfect.

alot of my inspiration to blog comes from thought catalog and this is going to be another one of those times. if you're lazy to read the whole article, long story short, the author talks how we will always envy other people's "perfection" i.e. their hot body or beautiful hair. and we may not have all those things we wish we had but it doesn't we're not beautiful just the way we are. i made it sound totally cliche, didn't i? but it's a really good read!

in that article, the author also wrote about how every "imperfection" about ourselves has a story and memory behind it. and i have to agree with her.

i used to hate how my hair's a lil frizzy and not silky smooth like some of my friends. but i've come to realise that this frizziness actually helps create volume for my fine and little hair. i tried temporarily straightening my hair once and omg, my hair looked so dead and flat that i swore to myself i would never straighten my hair ever! and so, i've come to terms with it.

the biggest issue i probably have with myself is my large upper arms and thighs. sometimes, when i look at pictures, i do wonder to myself "maybe i shouldnt have worn sleeveless". but i used to be a skinny girl back then. a skinny girl who learnt to play tennis for a few years and when i stopped, everything just grew! do i wish i never learnt tennis so i could stay a skinny girl? not really. i really loved (as far as i remember laa) those sundays where my mom would send to KGNS for my tennis lessons. my coaches were super duper fun! the only reason i stopped was cause they changed the coach and i didn't like that weirdo. i think most of my vivid memories from my childhood were from my tennis lessons...

i used to carry my change of clothes and towel in a pink barbie bag.

every week, coach would have some sort of tests whereby if we failed, the whole group had to duck walk round the court or do a few rounds of sit ups or pumping.

i remember having this friend who was left handed and whenever we paired up for double, i would stand on the right and she on the left, hoping that we would never have to do backhand.

i remember my coach telling me i have a very big and nice smile just like julia roberts :)

yeah, stuff like that.

and here's a trick i learnt about realising your flaws. NEVER talk about it. cause people don't generally search for your flaws unless you point it out. and then, it's the only thing they will ever see. and they can never unsee it!

just recently, during cheryll's engagement party (which i will blog about in due time), in a couple of the pictures posted, i was a little distracted how big my upper arm is :( but i like to think people don't really notice it too much cause like Mel messaged me last night to tell me how her mom and sis found me pretty. so sweet of them.

and another trick is probably to distract them with your dazzling personality. this one seemed to work fine with me.

i used to have this aunty, when she first saw me she said "wah!! ur arms very big hor!!!" as she squeezed my arm. but as she started talking to somebody else, her hand continued squeezing my arm. the only thing i could do was smile cause i have to admit, my arms are crazy squeezable and biteable. hehe. but after that meeting with her, i would always greet her with a big smile on my face and exchange pleasant conversation with what limited teochew i have. in my most recent meeting with her, she kept telling everybody how pretty and a good girl i am. mind you, i was actually looking like shit on that day all sweaty and had a fringe that insisted it wanted to stick out. but yeah, i'm all pretty in her eyes now *insert success kid*

i guess if we know of a flaw that we are able to fix, then by all means, we should. but we shouldn't allow it to make us feel bad about ourselves. cause when we're bad at something, it probably means we're totally osomer at something else. like i always tell ian, i am super funny cause i'm not super hot. if i was super hot, i'll probably wouldn't be dazzling people with my personality anymore cause my boobs would be doing all dazzling. but how long do you think you can hold a conversation with a pair of boobs, you know?

i shall end this lengthy post with a quote from the thought catalog article...

Next time you're watching the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show or reading a magazine, smile at the models and celebrities and say "That's nice, he/she is beautiful" then give your own big/small/muscular/flat/whatever ass a nice slap and say "But damn, so am I."