i woke up one fateful morning...my eyelids still stuck together; trying hard to remember the vague dream i had last night . something about flowers and petals .... and a dress... the most beautiful dress i had ever seen. "some day i will buy that dress" i thought to myself . some day... when i am able to fit into it of course.
i stumbled into the bathroom and forced my eyes open in front of the mirror. i looked at my ever growing waistline. " did it grow a little from the pizza i had last night?" i wondered. i remembered the dress again , yah right, someday....
my eyes slowly made its way up to my face... "aaaaaahhhhh!!! is that a wrinkle?????" i felt nauseous . the bathroom walls seemed to be spinning over my head and a little fairy was playing weird tunes next to my ear...
"thats a worry line u knuckle head. happy birthday..." that was my sister walking in to grab my spot in front of the mirror.
a worry line? yah thats for sure.
" what do you have to worry about at your age?? " my mom always asks. "whats not to worry about???" i would think.
i am a full grown adult but i still feel like the insecure little teenage girl i was years ago. i still believe in fairy tales with fairy god mothers and princes , but act like i dont.
" the perfect man ?? he doesnt exist!!!" i would say..but secretly believe that he will find me some day.
lets not forget the fact that at such moments ,i almost always assume that I am the perfect girl....
i add background music in my head to any situation i m in. and laugh like a loony toon at the most unfortunate of times...
of course not everyone around me shared the same enthusiasm. i wonder why...
i look shocked when a school child calls me 'aunty' ,while i compensate by addressing her mom the same way...
i really have to join the gym!!!... someday....
i spend hours singing my favourite songs around the house over and over again, while my sister begs me to shut up...
even though i know i sound exactly like the original singers i wonder why i never get selected into those reality shows.??? hmmm.....must be an inside job.....
and finally as i was standing in front of my birthday cake , with just 5 candles ( too many candles spoil the beauty of the cake) and looking at my loving family smiling at me and showering me with gifts, my worry lines deepened as i wondered if the the cake underneath the icing was chocolate or vanilla.......
i stumbled into the bathroom and forced my eyes open in front of the mirror. i looked at my ever growing waistline. " did it grow a little from the pizza i had last night?" i wondered. i remembered the dress again , yah right, someday....
my eyes slowly made its way up to my face... "aaaaaahhhhh!!! is that a wrinkle?????" i felt nauseous . the bathroom walls seemed to be spinning over my head and a little fairy was playing weird tunes next to my ear...
"thats a worry line u knuckle head. happy birthday..." that was my sister walking in to grab my spot in front of the mirror.
a worry line? yah thats for sure.
" what do you have to worry about at your age?? " my mom always asks. "whats not to worry about???" i would think.
i am a full grown adult but i still feel like the insecure little teenage girl i was years ago. i still believe in fairy tales with fairy god mothers and princes , but act like i dont.
" the perfect man ?? he doesnt exist!!!" i would say..but secretly believe that he will find me some day.
lets not forget the fact that at such moments ,i almost always assume that I am the perfect girl....
i add background music in my head to any situation i m in. and laugh like a loony toon at the most unfortunate of times...
of course not everyone around me shared the same enthusiasm. i wonder why...
i look shocked when a school child calls me 'aunty' ,while i compensate by addressing her mom the same way...
i really have to join the gym!!!... someday....
i spend hours singing my favourite songs around the house over and over again, while my sister begs me to shut up...
even though i know i sound exactly like the original singers i wonder why i never get selected into those reality shows.??? hmmm.....must be an inside job.....
and finally as i was standing in front of my birthday cake , with just 5 candles ( too many candles spoil the beauty of the cake) and looking at my loving family smiling at me and showering me with gifts, my worry lines deepened as i wondered if the the cake underneath the icing was chocolate or vanilla.......
