Theme: Finding someone else your kind of perfect and trying to forcefully mould yourself like that person.
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I loved how she was so carefree and chirpy. I loved how she could own anything she did. I loved how she looked; so poised yet happy-go-lucky. I loved how beautiful she looked when she laughed.I wanted to be like her. I wanted to reach her level of enjoying-life-to-the-fullest.
But then I realized why lose my individuality to turn into a copy? Why stay pining over something I am not? Why not stop the negative criticism under which I had subconsciously put myself?
Everybody is different.
Stop trying to be someone else.
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Hajirah Writes
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