Looks.....Essential or mere superficial ??

I'm twenty. I've been through hardship and tasted the sweetness of happy moments for 20 years, hence as such I've evolved and changed much. Yet it seems certain things just seems to haunt you wherever and whenever you are....I'm referring to my looks. Though superficial it may seems, that I had to lament on the state of it..or rather the lack thereof....but deep down inside many of us...where we claimed that looks aren't that essential...or books should never be judged by its cover...the moral high ground we stand on seems to fall apart so ever easily as upon further pondering...we come to realise that it is indeed looks that first impressions are based upon...the very first inch of information we transmit to the public with regards to one's personality.

Many people say I've a "baby" face....much due to my chipmunk cheeks and overall round shaped head...thus forming the very incorrect perception that I'm pretty much still a child despite me having reached the big 2-0 in my lifelong milestone.

Quoting a personal anecdote that had happened earlier in the day... It was around 5pm and raining heavily at Hougang bus interchange....I was on my way home from camp where I was on standby....dressed in my No. 4....I stepped off the last rungs of steps from the bus and was headed somewhat cluelessly towards the mrt station...There were 2 gals in their twenties pointing their fingers rather fervently at me...and before I know it...one of them started barracading me with questions which I assumed then to be for a survey. I didn't mind stopping to answer her since I was not in a rush...yet what annoyed me was her first question........"Hi...Which sec. school are you from ? "....If that was bad....the second was worse...."You are currently in NCC right ?"....

I replied in the most polite manner I could muster...and the conversation soon faded into a dull exchange of cliches.......eg.

" What's your name ?" she asked.
"Insert my name" I replied.
"O...haha....I'm called Sony then" she joked.

Anyway...That's not the point. My point is that what transpired during the conversation only served to highlight my view that my looks failed to betray any hints of my age.

I cannot change the way I look....for I do not believe in the magical wonders of cosmetic surgery...thus I can only tell myself to make the best of it and be thankful that at least I'm born healthy and into a loving family..where else many I may not know do not.

The entry is not to showcase the narcisstic side of me...rather it's to merely preserve a piece of my memory....hopefully when I look back in the future....I'll be laughing heartily over it and not allow my looks to hinder me.