Growing up.

Yes, I can understand if any of you are laughing upon setting eyes on the picture above. It took me a while to persuade my mother in buying it for me, since I'm concern of my drastically-dropping weight. I almost look like a walking skeleton. Or worse. My upper undies don't even fit perfectly anymore (if you get my drift) and it's upsetting. It's not an obsession. It's a sudden concern. I thought I was alright, until I realized I am underweight. I hardly got sick but now, I get sick once or twice fortnightly.

I hope it works. I don't really like it because of the taste. Milky chocolate-y flavour. It's heavy stuff, actually. Tastes heavier than normal milk.

Raya Haji is coming. I only look forward for the beef rendang, and being vain. Not necessarily interested in duit raya. I'm too old to be accepting money, worse if it's from my married cousins. It feels weird. Growing up is funny. I feel funny.

Back then I don't care about my wardrobe. Now I do. I heavily do. Instead of some cikai undie brands, I prefer LaSenza or Xixili. I start liking heels, because many people claim I can carry them well. LOLZ. I start glancing at the make-up section, thinking when is the perfect time to try out some eyeliners. I guess the time for me to evolve has arrived and I'm slowly embracing it. My mother laughed at the change. She never though that I'll start taking notes on things I didn't really care back then.

I never said I won't change. I will. I just need time. It's okay with me if people are not willing to wait.

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