Sunday, May 8, 2011

To That Girl,

You’re crazy.

You like classical music.

You’re short. Probably plump too.

You’re afraid of heights.

You can’t swim.

You think girls should wear sneakers more.

You feel that you don’t need a boyfriend.

You’re tall. Like a giraffe.

You have a pair of big feet.

You can’t sing well.

You can’t do splits or cartwheels.

You don’t have many best friends.

You think iPad 2 is just a thin piece of screen.

You prefer to stay at home during weekend nights.

You don’t have that silky smooth hair.

You can’t play any musical instrument.

You’re not good in Maths.

You’ve never been kissed.

You’ve never been asked out.

You always feel that you’re not good enough.

But you are good enough, for yourself. You’re talented, amazing and beautiful in your own way. You don’t have to define yourself to anybody. Nothing is wrong; things just take time to happen. Sometimes it takes a while; most of the time it happens unexpectedly. So look in the mirror and smile – can’t you see it?

The answer is right below here:


KWP said...

mhm. and so are you.

Poulomi said...

I love this. So totally!

QM said...

haha thank you :)