In college, i had a “bestie”
We were age mates but she was my role model,
I wanted to be just like her,
At 13 years, you could see the shape of her breasts underneath her sweater,
Her hips showed a sign of growth,
She was tall and walked with a certain rhythm,
It was as if she was following a beat only she could hear,
Her white blouse and purple skirt looked especially good on her,
She was an idol to the boys,
I, on the other hand,
Didn’t show any sign of growth,
There was no difference between me and my 8 year old sister,
I wore an oversized uniform which i got in 5th grade,
My mum’s plan was that i wear it all through primary school,
My shoes didn’t fit me yet, and i certainly didn’t walk with any rhythm.
But I knew everyone had something good in them
Maybe it just not my time yet
I kept on cursing about my negativity instead of appreciating my capability.
I knew I was pretty
But all i needed was for someone to tell me so.
It was a bit tricky
Because i don’t think anyone could notice me.
Years went by and I grew up,
So did my breast,esteem and thinking too.
I finally realized it…
I don’t need all that to be amazing….
It’s simple and easy.
It’s all in my mind….
I needed me to be me.