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Love Transforms Me

It was a question I read on X, did love transform a person? Me saying yes, a hundred percent yes. Genuine love transforms me. Tonight was the first time to be an outdoorsy with a tube top. Genuine love makes me trust myself again, transforming this anxious girl into a confident girl. 


I don't have a perfect body. My lower body is bulkier than my upper body. So I worked harder to train my shoulders, chest, back, and tricep each time I went to the gym. It's not yet awesome, but genuine love transforms me already to embrace my flaws. I want to be confident not for others, but for myself as a commitment to take care of myself for a better version of myself. Confidence has become a highlight this one year. Confidence is freeing. I don't care about people who talked shit behind my back, it's not my business. I will not let them occupy my mind, my heart, my sanity, my everything. My body is my authority and Allah grant me privilege to take care of it pretty well and I'm proud of it.


Cheers to everyone who supports me sincerely, who checks up on me when I am weary and feeling small. Cheers t everyone who stands by me, heart to heart, and hand in hand. Dear Mi Amor K, this is a special thank from me to you. The gospel truth is that I am content. Life is wonderful, and to be with you, life becomes meaningful and worth living. Patience, acceptance, bounce back,  peace, confidence, gratitude, affection are the best abundance this one year. 


Baby, are we gonna be gorgeous in the next 51 years like we are right now? If I addressed this question to you at this moment, you surely would answer,  "By God's grace, we will be." Amen. 


Bismillah. O Allah, shower and stream us guidance, love, mercy, peace, wealth, strong and great bonding, sincerity, contentment, luck, and many more kindness. Amen.

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