It was 6:00 AM. The strums of a bass guitar touched my ears. I had to get ready, for an endless day ahead. Not become a joke among all those with a perfect body and a perfect face. Every second feels like a minute, every minute feels like an hour. I showered all that I could to be fresh smelling and not of mud and dirt. I measured my weight and once again I was as just like that. I decided to skip a delicious breakfast of scrambled eggs. I threw away every carb into the bin. I ran a mile to the huge hill up yonder. It was 6:30 AM. My head was covered with bead of sweat and I felt like relaxing on the couch like a potato. But I had to use a box of tissues and wipe every single mistake on my body. I had to pick out the prettiest clothes that I didn’t like and put them onto my pink bed, the colour I always wanted to remove from the colour wheel. I had to look my best for the day I always despised. I cleaned my tough lips with a fragrant wet wipe. And apply the lip gloss I hated with my life. I had to brush off every piece of soil on my skinny arms. And wash my face with the liquid I touched all the time. I had to put on the weirdest perfume that smelled like lavender. It was 6:45 AM. I applied white powder that looked like snow on my body and let them stay on my dark skin. I applied something pink onto my tiny cheeks. I put something soft into my mouth to make it look I was chubby in the good way. Every time I tried my best to look good I always ended up looking like a puzzle with pieces that had been lost. But this time I knew I had to do it right so I took out my mother’s pen that looked like the round floating things outside of the barbershop. I put something so dark onto my deep almond eyes that never failed to embarrass me in front of everybody. I pulled my eyelashes up and curled them to make it look as if I were so delicate. I cut my eyebrows a bit to make it look like I just got them treated by a professional. And I cut my hair in such a style that it looked like I had been working all night just to get it right. It was 7:00 AM. I picked up the clothes I put on my bed with the floral bedsheet exactly twenty-six minutes ago. I had to wear these clothes that was all frills and flowers that looked like a stranger to me. I had to turn and twist and practise my walk like a model who spent all of her years looking so pretty. I had to move with the confidence I never had and look natural and not so stern. I was sixteen when I threw that list away. I wasn’t like the other girls who’d been born with such manners and such a style. It all felt forced and not like me, not the one who’d practiced for such a long time. With a fake attitude and the perfect disguise. It was never me. That was when I realised I was the one whose soul the universe kissed. It was me who just didn’t know it from the very first time. It was the world who gave me the courage to love myself for who I was. It was at that time when I realised I was born to fly with dreams so high they could touch the sky. It was at that time when I just knew that I was born to be me.
