LUAR BUMI

twenty seven

I love being confident.

I love my teeth gap it makes me hide my smile—but, still, I love my teeth gap.
I love my lips and how my philtrum shaped so nicely; all of my boy-friends said that they find it sexy and I like it sexy.
I love my hair because it exposes my neck, my shoulder, my collar bones and oh, I just love it when they call me geeks because I wear glasses too.

I love my skin. It reminds me of the snow on Christmas Eve. I love my skin even though my friends used to mock me that I am just too white for being an Indonesian.
I love my thick thighs and my fingers and my eyelashes and my brows and oh, I just love every part of my body.

I love it when people call me the happy-go-lucky girl when the words "liar" suits me better. I love it when they laugh on my jokes, too.

I love it when they don't know that I've been using this mask since a couple years ago. I love it when they don't know about the demons inside of me. And I'll just leave it like that because
I just love it.

— Luar Bumi