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Thursday, August 19, 2010 . 8/19/2010 04:34:00 PM

You know, if I dwell so much on my looks, I probably would be living a depressing life. 

That's why, I've learnt to embrace my physical flaws. And fixed some of them so I feel good too.

My longest physical flaw would be my need to have my glasses on all the time. The glasses would also be the reason why I wasn't a very cute child. But really, but after nearly a decade and a half, I wouldn't feel comfortable without it. And I thought I look better with my glasses. Heh!

Next would be my acne. I just have to tell myself it's inherited, and it's not as though I'm alone on this. It's already said that 90% of the world experience acne. Anyway, there're ways to cover up, and I take very good care of my skin, even if it doesn't want to cooperate. Wait a few more years.

Skinny. It's annoying that pants and jeans would threaten to drop, but a lot, and I mean A LOT of girls would rather that than them not fitting. I guess I shouldn't be complaining about this, but I am trying to gain weight, although still not exactly working. I'm glad I'm thin, really. Because I can wear clothes that others wouldn't want to. And I dare to. 

And then, there's my teeth. It's extremely crooked, overcrowded and weak. Crooked because it's overcrowded. Weak because I'm allergic to milk and my substitutes are rather pathetic. To eat cheese everyday can be quite a scary thing. And let's not start on the soya milk. Oh well, I can't afford braces anyway. Anyway, it isn't really that bad. I just have it crooked. Some people don't even have teeth that are aligned properly. Or have no teeth at all. I can still smile. And I have my mother's smile. I'm grateful for that. 

My hair... before I rebonded it, it was pretty terrible. My hair was dry and frizzy and I had natural waves, which despite people thinking it's a lucky thing, really isn't when it doesn't curl in the 'right direction'; as in, in the SAME direction. I love the straight hair I've been keeping for months. Oh yeah, I had my previously long hair chopped off for a chin-length style because 1) I was getting annoyed with how much time I had to settle my hair every morning. 2) Bro has been convincing me to cut them short since who-knows-when. 3) Well, I was frustrated and stress with life then. 

It had been a decade since I cut my hair that short, and I had to mentally prepare myself for the cut. Well, it's worth it anyway. 

It's pretty funny that after so many hairstyles, and a colour adventure, my best friends would go, "Your hair forever change one."

Anyway, my point is, don't let your flaws get in the way of living your life. People tease just because 1) They have flaws of their own that they can't embrace. 2) They have nothing better to do. 3) They're sadists and have no heart and obviously not taught values by their parents (or maybe are taught but just decided to ignore them). They're not worth your time. 

Just remember, they'll always be people who love you just the way you are. Accept your imperfections. Everyone, and I mean, EVERYONE, has imperfections. If you really can't accept them, change them in small little ways. Don't do any drastic changes that harms your body. Believe me, it'll cause you more pain than cheer. 

"You're beautiful," tell yourself that, and remind yourself that. Tell that to everyone else too. It'll make their day.