JOURNAL ENTRY #6: Letter to my 14 year old self
A letter to my 14-year old self...
You used to be a happy-go-lucky girl, enjoying yourself, feeling the moment, you aren’t that sensitive, you bond with everyone, and you’re the happiest despite a broken family. You put on “kikay” look and wear whatever you want. I remember you cutting your brows with scissors because they were too thick, go to school, and your classmates were laughing at you and you laughed with them like crazy. Now that I’m a 19-year old teenager, I am carefully understanding my physical and sexual self. Your insecurities are still here. I truly hate our hairy body where I almost have a thick mustache like a monkey. I can’t wear shorts, sando tops, or makeups here at my house because I am afraid of perverts. When someone goes near our house, they smirk, smile, and I just ignore them. I’ve also heard lots of stories around here, and I don’t want to experience that. I only dress in pajamas or clothes with long sleeves or jacket. I make myself more unattractive so that no one will be interested in me. I wear long pants when I go out by myself, but when I’m with my friends and my family on mothers’ side, I can wear trendy clothes because I feel comfortable with them. Everything is different now, I want you to be proud of yourself. Your flaws are still my flaws, but I am learning to appreciate their uniqueness and beauty. I’m beautiful like you, but I don’t want to. As much as I want to live life the way you do, I have to be cautious of my surroundings and take care of myself for I live alone. I want to stay single, but I have a guy crush with similar characteristics to your crush. I am taking steps wisely now.












