I'd like to start off this blog by thanking each and every one of you for being such amazing supporters. There was one comment recently that just blew me away. Nothing can explain exactly how much it means to me to share my story and for others to relate to it. Not only does it prove that none of us are alone, but it also proves that I'm not just writing blogs for the sake of writing a blog.
I started this blog because I got inspired by Christa Black. I read HER blogs and they touched my heart. So I thought, why not? I could start my own blog. She gave me the confidence to share my story with you guys.
So I started a blog. I spoke about lots of things that have happened to me before. I spoke about insecurity, the one thing all girls can relate to. I am so, so grateful to be able to share my story and have other girls in the world relate. I love you guys so much, did I ever mention that? :)
As much as I'd love to keep thanking you, I must go on.
When I turned 14, on February the 7th 2009.. This day was labeled Black Saturday forever. The reason being, the Victoria bushfire had started that day and went on for weeks, killing soo many people. It was a scary time, and it was one of Australia's biggest natural disasters. But MY reason being.. this day was dull. Dark. Black.
February the 7th 2009.. I turned 14. It was my birthday. What did I do? Nothing. It was a hot, windy day and there was nothing to do. I had a mosquito bite on the right eye-lid, which made my eye look like it had been punched out. I had a cold-sore on my lip and it looked ugly. I was struggling with my weight and thought I looked like an over-sized bin. I looked like a trainwreck, and I didn't like looking like a trainwreck.. especially on my birthday. I didn't want to go out, anyway, looking like a trainwreck.
I cried. I cried, on my birthday. Which, I might add, is one the worst feeling's you can ever experience. A birthday is supposed to be filled with happiness and celebrations, presents and warm hugs. I did get presents, but I didn't feel special.
A few days ago, me and my best-friend were talking. The teacher said something about how a "dog is a man's bestfriend". And I was a bit upset that day, so I said, "a dog is a man's best-friend because that man is a dog." It was quite funny but true. It's like, the only reason that a dog is a that man's bestfriend is because that man finds himself relating to that dog.
I'm not saying all men are like this, and who am I kidding, I haven't even gone out into the real world yet. But what you experience when you're in high-school, it's something you're always going to remember. Even when you've found somebody who you will get married to one day. Even when you have children, who become teenagers, dealing with the same things you dealt with.
You'll be able to sit there and say, "I remember the first time I fell in love.." Instead of "Boys are stupid." Your kids are going to need you when they grow up. Trust me. I haven't experienced THAT one yet (hahah), but I'm not going to let my kids down. In fact, I hope this blog will still be up when I do get children, in years time. So they can read my blogs, the ones I had written when I was their age.
Once again, thank you SO much for commenting and reading. You have no clue how much this all means to me. Thank you CHRISTA BLACK for giving me the confidence to share my story. Thank you MY FFE GIRLS for being there for me always. Thank you RIMA for being such a loyal best-friend. Thank you YOU..
For being beautiful and believing it.
Because you know you ARE beautiful and you DO believe it.
But sometimes it's like.. you don't believe in what you believe. If you know what I mean. You don't believe in what you think about yourself. You look in the mirror and you compliment just one little thing, like pretty eyelashes. You smile for a second but then you just... give up. You don't believe.
But all I'm trying to tell you... is to BELIEVE. Life is FULL of rough times. But if you BELIEVE, the good times will find you, too. I love you all!
You're all beautiful. You're all stunners. You're all PERFECT. GOD knows that. GOD LOVES UGLY. He DOESN'T see the way you see. And that's what matters. Ugly isn't about the bad side. Ugly can mean beautiful.
In fact, if somebody calls you "beautifully ugly", would you be as cut as you would be if somebody just called you "ugly"? No.
Because beautiful is a strong word. It represents EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU.
In fact, I just looked up "beautiful" in the dictionary, and there was a lot of pages filled with pictures of YOU GUYS. YOU are yourself. YOU are beautiful. YOU are the definition OF beautiful!
Love you all! Have a great day and know that I'm thinking of you. xoxo -Hiba