I used to be a pretty child. I don't know what happened since then. Hahaha!
Okay so pretty is very subjective but I'm sure I was cute. (I was chubby to boot 🤷♀️) So cute that when I was a child some people would pinch my cheeks so hard that it hurt. We would get on jeepneys and, since I was very young then, my mom would carry me over the steps and I would walk inside ahead of my mom. Some passengers would pinch me as I walked past and and some would do it so hard that I thought they were angry. Well, I was angry right back.
When I got to grade school I had enough and I actually stepped back when another adult tried to pinch my cheeks in the grocery store. He looked embarrassed and I felt bad. So I had the wonderful idea to just let people keep pinching me and hurting me.
It didn't take long before it stopped though. I was getting older, chubbyness turned to weight problems, and I was no longer the cute kid. Life happened I guess.
It's so absurd to look back on these memories. The sense of self that you lost, the pain that you took. Can I take it back?
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