When I was a young carefree teenager, my dad would often tell me: “You should lose weight.” I was criticized for my fat belly and was told that if I didn’t do anything about it, I would never find a husband.
Thank god, I didn’t give a damn about ‘looking good’ or ‘finding a man’. I had read and learnt countless of times how girls tend to fall under the illusion that they are not beautiful enough and that they never will, unless they resemble those super thin top models in magazines. I’ve seen how detrimental of their self-esteem it was to constantly compare their bodies to those Photoshop’ed ones… or to their prettier (a.k.a. more socially acceptable body types) peers. I’ve heard about very strict diet that could potentially lead to death.
I learnt from an early age to love my body and to eat all the things I love (in moderation, of course) and to not be defined by someone else’s perception of ‘beauty’. I encouraged myself to be an independent woman, and to be aware that if I wanted a man, that man would not have the right to shape my body to fit his ‘ideals’ (impossible ones indeed), but would instead accept me as I am.
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From Wikipedia, “A workaholic is a person who is addicted to work. The term generally implies that the person enjoys their work; it can also imply that they simply feel compelled to do it.”
Okay… Personally, I don’t like factual definitions, thus let’s continue in my own way:
I’ve never really thought about it in the past, but I might be a workaholic. How?
The thing is I don’t only enjoy working (here, I don’t consider work as the thing you do to earn a living since I’m still a teen, but I’m talking about everything that demands physical or mental effort) or feel compelled to work (that would be school work) but I also search for work. What I mean is that I like to keep myself busy. I’d hate to remain idle one moment. That’s why I’ve got so many hobbies.
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On one of my inspiring nights, my pen started to write…
Alright so I wrote about 2 pages recto verso + half next page…
I was writing about my life in all… how it changed/evolved since I entered secondary school when I was 11.
And you know what. My teenage life has been full of impersonifications! I guess I’m still trying to find my true self…
Anyway, I think I’ll copy what I wrote so that you can get to know a little bit more about me personally… I feel the need to type it down…
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