++Post written 4 months in advance++
Today is my wedding day. Today, I am to be married to the perfect man. I have flawless porcelain-like skin, and am the ideal weight. And I get to wear that pretty wedding dress I've always dreamt of.
3 years ago today, that was the perfect life i pictured myself having today.
But no, reality is much crueler than that. It feels almost criminal to actually admit to the grotesque nature of my current existence. You see, today I am still hopelessly single, still struggling desperately with acne, and am still carrying around more weight than i should. *stupid monstrous appetite!*
Most people (and by most people i mean random FB friends who haven't seen me in a good decade or so) might think I'm living life in the fast lane - a young, very beautiful (sorry, i just had to slip that in for ego-massaging sake!), single (by personal choice i keep telling people, which of course is a white lie) professional, working overseas, wearing branded clothing, owning exceptionally expensive handbags, having cute men chasing me left and right.
This is the truth: I go to work early and come home late and tired. Then the next morning the same cycle continues. I have nice clothes and shoes, and own an array of reasonably priced handbags - almost none of which i have ever had the occasion to show off. I hardly have time for romance, and trying to sift through random people i meet at work isn't really my idea of romantic.
So in summary, I am rather pathetic.
Ho boy! Writing this is actually a little depressing. I think i'm gonna stop just there, get myself a tub of vanilla flavored ice cream, stuff myself into a gastronomic coma, or die trying. Whichever comes first.
Goodnight folks.
p/s: Try not too read too much into what i write. Most of it is sugar-coated BS. Because really, at the end of the day, I still firmly believe in Allah's plans for me. Whatever, whenever and whoever it may be. =)
