In my mood of wanting to be look beautiful.

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I grow up with my insecurities, always being compared with my cousins who had a fair skin, with their lovely hair and the way they dressed up. Every time we each other at church they wore their new hairclips and dress and sandals. Until I reached teenage years I never learned to appreciate what are the best I have. When I started college pressured to prepare your self and to be look like a real lady, I try to fix my self, not a overreacted fixing, learning to use lip gloss, face powder,etc. But this is not lessen my insecurity, until one day when we have a peace camp in the school, we are divided in group and draw something about peace, when it was our turn to explain (extempo type) our drawings we are all not prepared and the speaker pinpointed me and said, the pretty lady in striped shirt please come and tell us something. That was the first time some one called me PRETTY, I felt i was in cloud9 that time, i dont know how i finished my piece that day. I woke up with applause of my batch mates, he added then that I am not only pretty I am smart also, the way i tell my words i used not my knowledge but my wisdom. That was the start that I learned to appreciate my self, I am beautiful and will always be, not determined by make up, but by the way i live my life..