http://helpusfighthiscancer.blogspot.com/2012/10/ini-adalah-sebuah-cerita-tentang.html

The link above is a blog written to gain support (financially, mainly) for a student in my uni who is now struggling with his bone cancer.

Let me first express my concern and optimisim that I hope he’s doing well. And yes I believe he can be cured 100% (no matter what doctor or health expertises say about his cancer) because I believe in the miracle.

I thank God for sending this inspiring story for me. This story has waken me up because it’s really related with some issues I’m dealing with right now.

First thing first, I am now not in a good condition in terms of health. Last week my blood tension drop and it forced me to get rest at home for a whole week. I do have low blood tension since ages but last week was the worst condition of all. Actually I have already been sick since I was in Cambodia (since 21 Sept) until now. Before this low blood tension, I had phlegm that stuck painfully in my nose and throat and also fever. To this very moment, I haven’t 100% being well. I still get dizzy all the f*cking time and it’s killing me. It really disturb my activity although I still can stand. Everybody said that it’s because of lack of sleep. Apparently, my body can’t just sleep 3-4 hours at night like other people. It needs exactly 7 hours sleep. And I have been applying that rule this week.

The story of Ogie above awaken me that I need to be grateful for my health. Health is a priceless gift from God and nothing can replace it. Apparently, my dizzyness and asthma that I feel all the time is not as severe as his condition. All I need is enough 7 hours sleep, have a wisdom tooth surgery (I must have been done this since long time ago. And it’s related with my dizzyness, I think), and I’m sure I’ll be fine. I also don’t need to expense so much money on those things and thank God, I still have money to do all that. I must be really grateful for that and because I am now in a healthy condition. And I also believe that Ogie will be fine soon.

Secondly, this story also related with my insecurity issue about my height. I am really annoyed with the fact that I have average height. And yes, I hate my height. But Ogie’s story has inspired me that I have to be grateful because although I am not as tall as model requirement, my bones are just fine. It’s still healthy and in fact, strong because I drink a lot of milk. And then again, if you read the link, there’s a quote saying “This cancer mostly attack boy teenagers who often consume height enhancing drugs. Boys who have above-average-height have big potency for that (risk of bone cancer)”. This story has awaken me that my average height turns out to be an advantage for me. I don’t need to be exposed with the risk of having bone cancer. That I must be grateful. This story also awaken me that height are not everything. There is a way bigger thing rather than enhancing my height, which is my health. Because if you read how severe Ogie’s condition now (which I believe will be fine soon), you’ll see how health is the most precious and expensive gift that once it’s gone, nothing else matter in this world, especially beauty (DOH~).

I hope my boyfriend read this post so that he will understand that there are many things bigger than height and beauty.

Because if it’s not, how Beyonce Knowless can be so stunning with her brown skin??

Think straight, Indonesian women, think straight !!

This might be the thousand time I write about the essence of beauty. But since I’m still dealing with shallow-minded society, I like to talk about it all and all again.

When I was a kid, I talk to my dad that a person with a mole on their face are not beautiful. Then my dad said only the one who has the mole on the tip of their nose are ugly. But at that time, I had an english teacher who has a mole on the tip of her nose. After I heard my dad saying about his definition of beauty and not beauty, I spent my time staring at my english teacher face while she was teaching. I tried to see why she should be ugly as what my dad said and how her mole making her ugly. And I’ve got no reason. Why? Because simply I found her a beaut. She was pretty with her mole on the tip of her nose.

I found later that I couldn’t agree with my dad because every person has their own definition of beauty or handsome. From time to time, I learned to deal with it. To deal with the fact that if someone called me ugly, then maybe because they have their definition of beauty in which I wasn’t fit to. To deal with the fact that if someone is prettier than me, then maybe I’m prettier for anybody else whose definition of beauty fit me.

Then recently, I found that even if everybody has their own definition of beauty, but all people will have the same idea that a woman with long hair, fair complexion, skinny and tall body, must be beautiful. Even a man who don’t think that those women are beautiful would still be happy and proud to be close with them.

I’m not hypocrite to say that I’m not amused by a boy who fit with the mainstream definition of handsome: tall, white, and neat. I once myself had boyfriend like that and I’m very proud to tell the world that I’ve got a handsome boyfriend. What I’m not proud is that my ex-boyfriend despite his beauty is a lunatic chicken who turns out didn’t fit the criteria of wanted husband of any possible women in this whole world. But the first time a woman see him, they’ll find him very very attractive due to his physical beauty. In fact, I’m very very dissapointed with his fake beauty.

But then I learned again. All people are beautiful no matter their physical condition. My God happen to distinguish people by their faith to God, not by beauty or wealth or offspring. I found out that the distinguishing people beauty and not beauty or by any means ugly are really hurtful given the fact that people can’t choose their physical condition. It is not fair to make fun of people because of their physic since if we can choose, we would’ve chosen the most attractive physical condition that could’ve been provided. But God didn’t provide that to us because God’ve known that people’s criteria of beauty change over time to time. What I found more pathetic is that all characteristic are all about physic. Never mention about people’s heart and all that. Even if some people did champion the idea inner beauty, those are lies because at the end, they’ll still distinguish, even make fun at, people’s physic.

Some people say I’m pretty. Some make fun of me me of being disgracefully ugly. But I found out that all people in this world are beautiful simply because we are human, the highest creature in this world, and because we are created by the magnificent of God (if you believe one) or nature I’m must say. Then why am I, or are some people, called as ugly? Simply because we don’t fit the mainstream characteristic of beauty that I mentioned earlier, fair skin, skinny and tall body. And still, I don’t get why fair skin, skinny and tall body means beauty?

Since now, I never say again : that guy/girl is beauty / so-so / not beauty, because the differences between those are absurd. No one is ugly, some people only don’t fit the mainstream criteria of beauty. But it doesn’t necessarily mean they are ugly. They are still beautiful on their own way.