You know, there were times when I wished I am not who I am.
I wish I had pretty long legs, a pointed nose, a flawless and fair skin and a curly hair.
I wish I could sing at the right tune or execute accurate dance steps.
I wish I was discreet and mysterious.
I wish I walked with grace or dressed so femininely or talked very gently.
I wish I loved cleaning, cooking and arranging things.
I wish I knew how to socialize with people irregardless if they are elite or just commoners.
I wish I could hug and kiss people when I miss them without feeling awkward and prejudice.
I wish I knew how to sort out my feelings and thoughts.
I wish I was sweet and loving and thoughtful.
I wish I was calm and non-violent.
I could wish for so many things that I am not.
But you know, oftentimes I am glad that I am not someone I wished I am, that I am not like anybody else, that I am who I am. I have every good reasons why I should love myself and stop wishing who I am not.
How I look at myself, God has a different perspective and it is no secret. And how He looks at me is all I ever want to believe and all I want to become.
There’s a beautiful reason why I am glad that I am who I am.