I was scrolling my gallery (since I was lost doing nothing). To know the facts that I'm growing up, it hurts myself. Internally. From having a clear face till I couldn't even bear to look for my own face. Puberty hits me wrongly I guess haha. Meanwhile, my same age friends turn to be so pretty years by years.
Astaghfirullah. I keep telling my mom everytime I feel down and left out for being an ugly black duck (no idea why i chose duck), she knew how I feel as it is a very normal situation for a young lady to look beautiful. Not for the sake of attention. But for self confidence. Still, she has no clue how to solve my problem. I had a very sensitive skin which I can't predict when the itchy will come and go. My mom keeps telling me that this may be one of the ways Allah wants to bring me closer to Him by asking for His helps to cure me. Indeed, it may be true.
Knowing that Allah doesn't even care about the appearance of His creature is a relief for me. But, in my daily life, I have to meet lots of people which I can't avoid to. I have no choices but to face it with fake confidence.
My mom did tell me to not focus on my problem or flaws but count my blessing so I get distracted and thank Him. True. Afraid, I may forget to be a grateful believer. Being born as a Muslim was the most blessings ever, Alhamdulillah.
Pray for me to keep moving on the right path towards Him. Allah knows best.
Weak human.