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Find your Beautiful



A beautiful morning to you😊

How have you been?

I am okay,not great but I am working on it.

Growing up,I have always been a tomboy,with brothers like mine,especially B,it was hard to be anything else😁.

Besides that,I have always been way bigger than my age,taller than most of my mates and I was strong,stronger than most girls my age and I would not hesitate to take the fight to you. I wasn’t big on exchanging words and quarelling,let us just fight and settle it once and for all. 🙈

As I grew older,I never thought of myself as beautiful,I only believed at that time that ‘girlie girls’ were the ones that could be referred to as beautiful. Girly girls are the ones who are dainty and you can scoop up in your arms easily. The types that would run at the sight of a rat😃

I have never been a girlie girl. I will never be. Did I have low self esteem because of this? Heck no! I actually like that I am not girlie,in fact girlie makes me feel some type of way,like this is not me. I hated being described as sexy,still do. In my head,of all the things in the world you could describe me as,common!

I grew up climbing trees,riding bicycles,playing basketball and fighting with my immediate older brother.I am totally in my elements doing these things. When I became a teenager and as I got older,I was shocked at the amount of attention I got from boys,like,I am one of the boys na😅

I then got into university. I always dressed for comfort,comfort to me is usually a pair of Jean’s,pants and a nice top,I also like sandals and sneakers a lot. So I just did me basically. I had a short skirt wearing phase because I actually do have nice looking legs but I quickly outgrew that because you cannot be riding bicycle or climbing trees in short skirts except of course you didn’t mind the boys having a ball at your expense😂

Back in the university,I had this lecturer,Dr Gani,oh my God😅( My self appointed campus mummy). I was the class representative and everytime I went to her office,she would scrutinise my clothing and say,this was sexually provocative or enticing,this is showing too much curves and so on,🤔 I didn’t like it one bit.
In my mind,sexually provocative and I should never be in the same sentence because I just never saw myself that way🤷🏾‍♀️ I admit I often went out with whatever caught my fancy but it was not because I wanted to ‘provoke or entice anyone,it was because ‘comfort’

Most of my teenage years and early adulthood,I wore my hair in very low cut close to my scalp or in koko curls. I was fascinated with coloured hair at some point and coloured my hair alot,not many people except maybe those that knew me back in ABU know that I have multiple ear piercings ,about 4 of them including the top ear but I do not wear rings in most of the holes anymore.

I rarely glance at the mirror much,for instance,in my house currently,I do not own a full length mirror😅I am not that obsessed with looks,don’t get me wrong,I like to look good but I do not attach too much importance to my looks.I am self confident not because of how I look per se but what I have inside my mind and heart.

I love my height though😁. I do not really believe the saying “beauty is in the eyes of the beholder” I think beauty is in the mind and heart of whoever is concerned. You would generally consider a thing/person from your understanding.
It wasn’t until I was in my early to mid twenties that I actually acknowledged that I perhaps truly had nice facial features.

Truth is,beauty is neither here nor there. I find the definition of beauty to have constantly changed for me over the years. Beauty is in the small things,it is in the smile of your loved one,it is in the early morning sunrise,it is in the smile of a total stranger on a difficult day. It is in the prayer you say for a friend that you know is struggling. It is in the broad forehead and uneven teeth.

Find your own beautiful and be your own beautiful. Do not let the world define for you,what you find beautiful. Just maybe,if you open your mind,you will find that true beauty resides there.😊
Be kind to yourself,and others.

❤ Yetunde



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This Post Has 3 Comments
  1. I had a good laugh reading this…. 🤣 🤣 🤣

    I share a similar experience, although ironical. I had (still have) a stunted growth. I was (still am) always several sizes smaller than my age mates. That I qualify as ‘tall’ today is a miracle sef…. 🤣 🤣 🤣 The spurt of growth started in ’89, after secondary school. I met a couple of my classmates a few months after WASCE and I was “looking down” at them. 🤣 🤣 🤣 Not the derision thingy, but my eyes have to tilt downwards when I speak to them. I was ecstatic at the vertical gain up, but till tomorrow, the horizontal development refused to align…. #Sigh 🙄🙄🙄

    So I grew up hating my stature… until I finally found my own beautiful as an adult after University. That means I was over 30 years.

    But the body I grew up hating is what my peers in the 50ish range clamour for. Now when we meet and they exclaim ‘Guy wetin you dey take, how you dey remain trim like this?’

    I laugh and yab them, ‘Your brain dey freeze…? Nor be so we been dey since 19kindinringbim ni? I’ve always been smaller than you guys na, how do you expect us to be the same size now?’

    And I’m so enjoying the freedom I have with this lean frame. I can eat and drink ANYTHING I desire without fear of watching one yeye weight (shey I wan disappear ni?) 🤣 🤣 🤣

    Weirdo.

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