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boo.

my name's zoe lee (:

currently studying business economics and finance in NOTTINGham.

i'm 21! goin' on the big TWO-TWO :D
and i'm from kuching!

I think I am pretty normal for a nineteen year old. I fall down a lot, laugh a lot, hide a lot of things from people and all those other things.

What about you?

Psalm 23 ♥


You can mail me at:
zoegal@hotmail.com
faith.life.zoe@gmail.com
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put ur dingdong in the ayer
-Hui Na

If you HATE me then God bless you (:

Saturday, July 21, 2012
Not good enough

How long must you endure
The insults of your inner demons?
How long must you entertain
These thoughts of being not good enough?
When there's no one person in this world who can truly be good enough.

There's no such thing as a perfect being.
Sure, she may have an awesome body, one to die for.
And yes, she may be beautiful; but how long can beauty last?
At the end of the day, we all go back to our Maker, back to the place where we came from anyways.
When that time comes, what would you like to be remembered for?
For being the most beautiful woman on earth?
Is there any true value in that at all?

Who's to say you're not beautiful?
At what grounds is your body not already perfect as it is?
Why must we conform to societal's perception of "beautiful"?
So much so that we harm ourselves - physically and emotionally - in the pursuit of perfection?
Why do we subject ourselves to such unnecessary torture?

Think about it. Is it really WORTH IT after all?

I dare you to step out, be different.
To make a change, you must be the change.
For our generation and all other generations to come.