Woman-in-transition

Sometimes I’m genuinely minding my business you know, moving up and down, doing my chores and all and BOOM, I pass by a glass window. I don’t know what’s in that mirror-like thing but it calls me, literally all the time. So, of course I’m stopped by some divine command, it’s like someone leads me to stop by. The next one minute, I’m looking at my “too thick unhealthy” waist (according to Western idiologies and whoever said girls should be size 0) yet perfectly designed by God for me and the man who’ll notice my value doesn’t like in my waist or curves. As a young woman in transition, I’m noticing all my wrong places, all the places my food loves to settle and I’m thinking ‘Girl, you’re a hot mess’ And these are mind battles every woman fights, wether beautiful, tall, short, small… we like to give it a general term ‘insecurities’ Meanwhile, all this time, I haven’t looked at my face. Then somehow, my eyes meet my eyes. I can’t explain how the magic happens but my mouth opens up, I start talking to myself, talking to myself like I would someone I love. My eyes know me, they know my worth, my value, what I stand for, my purpose… They know me in and out and they remind my mouth all the time. I find lots of peace in talking to myself. I’m not mad. This is what every girl-in-transition to womanhood needs sometimes. We should acknowledge that we all go through a series of stages when we feel the ugliest, we feel unloved, unworthy, like we don’t measure up. But deep down, we know exactly what we need to hear. Look into the mirror girl, talk to yourself like you would someone you love. That’s the beauty with self love, everything you need emotionally, psychologically, you can give to yourself. So brush your hair, drink your water, eat healthy and love your woman-in-transition. Take good care of her, don’t starve her, don’t undermine her. Acknowledge all the ugly things you see, embrace them everyday. Work around them. Don’t hate you.