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      December 2015, and Nabilah is still described as this fierce and angry person. What's worse than the two adjectives is the fact that it comes from someone who barely spoke any words to you.  It usually doesn't get to me, but this comment somehow initiated an interesting topic to write (blame it all on cortisol!).
       Isn't it great to be an idea that everyone likes? To be a person who fits into all the good labels; well-mannered, smiles at strangers, "lemah-lembut" etc. I wanted to be one, I really do because hearing people say things about you cuts like a paper; you didn't notice it at first but it's there.
     I have always been that person with a not so good vibe. The one that is frowned upon by many people for not having a warm welcoming smile, the one who have a "resting bitch face syndrome", the one who looks cocky etc I'm sure you're getting the picture now. Whatever.
       Long past were the times when I seek for approval to be noticed and to be complimented. Long gone were the times when I adjust my characters to fit in and to feel like I am a part of something. Long gone were the times when I think too much about how I look in the eye of others.
       Ah well, let's leave it there. Afterall, labels are just labels. If you let it defines you, you will forever feel insufficient and unsatisfied. So long as you are pleasing Him, you know nothing could ever go wrong.

     

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