Growing up, I never considered myself a “pretty girl”. I knew I looked average (or on good hair days, maybe even above average. Wink.)—but never crush-ng-bayan-worthy. Back in the day, there wasn’t Instagram yet—so my past time was spent flipping through teen magazines, admiring the models on the pages, wanting to be just like them. They were just like the crush ng bayan in our school. Fair and flawless, with long, straight hair and a pretty set of teeth. But I was none of those: I am dark-skinned, my hair is wavy, and before getting braces, I had a crooked smile with two prominent front teeth.
I often write to share stories—but on days like this, I write to remember.
Dear future self, this was what happened to you on July 26, 2018 at 6PM. I sincerely hope that by the time you’re reading this, you’re doing better. But if you’re not, it’s okay. Hang on. The sun will still shine bright tomorrow.
I know—scrolling through your Facebook news feed during grad season is bittersweet. You see your close friends post their photos and success stories, and happy as you are for them (surviving college is no easy feat!), a part of you is sad because, well—you're disappointed. Hurt. And maybe even embarrassed. Because while they’re all moving on to the next chapter of life, there you are, sitting on a couch, feeling stuck, preparing yourself for another semester (or two..or three..or five..)