i have always been the most comfortable being with myself, together with the man and our lil one. i can walk down the streets with them with the lack of pretends, the ease of going bare face and the comfort of being able to completely let my guard down. everything with them is just simply too good to resist. these days, some cold clammy hands hit me smack in the face. i am being judged and i can't live with that. the affected days have been intense, they left behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
i look down at my fingers, my jagged nails and i feel a sense of wonder. how did i get here? who am i? how much can others really know me?
this is the city of the crowded streets, the millions of foreign faces who look back at me, and perhaps judging my face, my hair, my dress. my shoe, my bag. i am whoever i am, whoever you fancy me to be. sadly but truly, i will only be me and never somebody else.
i. am. happy.
