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Flowery and Pinky

It wasn't my first time to wear this dress but since this week's topic was about flower, so everyone in the school wore flowery dress or t-shirt. I decided to wear the pinky dress with flowery notes on it. What made today was special? I'm gonna be honest. Luv, one of my student, she told me I looked totally amazing today. One of my colleagues, when she was in scurry to go back to her classroom, she stopped her footsteps and looked at me for awhile. She came closer to me to say I looked great. She loved the details attached onto mine. Then, when I was about to surprise my school coordinator for her birthday, some of my colleagues gave me credits and stated I looked sweet. And the last but not the least, one of my students' grandma told that I looked awesome wearing this dress and she smiled sincerely. Women support women has its own best power to boost my contentment. Being complimented by men made me happy, but by women I felt it meant the world to me. As women, we ain't perfect and far from perfection. But our solidarity and genuineness hit different. We chose to collaborate in life instead of competing to prove one of us was more even special. At the end, every single women are showing who they are at its best. 


Ps: love everyone 🤍

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