♥ Princessa's Royal Diary ♥ - Royalty has never been so PINK!

^{After the change?}

Have you watched the '200 Pounds Beauty'?

It's a film in case you're wondering. And yes, it was a hit when it first released in theaters.

Sadly, I didn't catch the film until just last night. In fact, I only finished watching it an hour ago, and I truly enjoyed it.

While watching the film I somewhat felt as though I was in her shoes. It brought back some memories from my 'earlier years', the days when I hated the reflection that I see in the mirror.

When I was in primary school, I was a really fat, nerdy-looking and super shy girl? (Not that I'm much better right now, but better I guess.)

I was used to being made fun of, I couldn't really care less. Food was way more important then anything else. But one incident kinda changed me.

(And I'm not talking about the shop assistant that mistook me for a boy. Though that was the main reason why I keep my hair really long.)

Something happened, something that not even my best friend at that time knew. I guess the only 'one' that knew this 'secret' was my diary.

Side track a little.

I've been keeping diaries since primary one, after the whole 'write what you did during your weekends' assignment that our teacher made us do as homework.

In a way, I guess that's how come I love blogging so much. And yes, I still have a physical diary apart from my blog.

Oh yeah. For your info, I also have secret-password-locked entries that aren't 'available' to the public.

Let's get back on track now.

Anyhow.

It wasn't really a major thing, I was just a little shy to share.

I used to ice-skate, on a competitive level in fact. So although I was from a girls school, I kinda interacted with boys quite a bit.

(Yes. I am FAT and I can ice-skate. I even beat the school record for sit and reach. I take ballet since I was 6? Embarrassing but worth while I guess.)

'One fine day' I realized that the boy I somewhat liked was somewhat just making use of me to get close to the pretty girlfriend of mine. Kinda overheard his conversation with his friend by accident.

I was kinda depressed, not really because of what I've learnt but because of the fact that appearance really mattered a lot, and I am not even close to 'worth looking'.

I stopped talking to 'him' after that of course. And I also started paying little more attention to my appearance.

Off with the glasses (which I didn't really need to wear since my degree dropped by 75%), on a diet plan, and no more shy-ness.