Hi beautiful people welcome to my first post on my blog. On this blog I'm going to share to you all about anything I found it interesting or necessary that we rather barely or even usually find in our life. 

But first of all I would really like to convey something that could mean anything to you. You are beautiful no matter what. Check my PINK writing below to find out the way I realized it which could be the way you will also realize it. :)

A silent and shy kid might seem so cute for us as adults, but it is not as cute as it seems to be for the kid him self. When I was a kid, I used to be so shy and silent but it was not because I wanted to be cute on the contrary, I had a problem with my self confidence. That was why when people asked me anything I would just like screw over under my mother’s skirt and that time something was telling me that it would be better to be quite and not telling anything than telling them something that might be so weird. So, the problem was just self confidence, or perhaps also courage. My parents kept encouraging me to be brave and to have more self confidence but it was quite difficult without my capability. I should determine my self not them it should start from me my self as the owner of my body and thought. So, as the time went by I found something in my self and they are really something to crow about which finally changed me to be more confident, brave, and believe in my self and it could be found even in my own pile of lacks.

Name is the identity. It is the reflection of a person. It shows a person’s place to the people. But name was the first thing that matter in my life that time. It started when people were laughing after they heard my name. My name is weird in that time (now it is such a cool and famous name I found too much elementary school students uses my name) and I had to face it. So when people asked me my name, I was insecure to pronounce it. Even one day when one of my mother’s friends asked my name I told her the fake one. My name is weird because it sounds like one of the brand of the motorcycle. So I lived with shame that time when I went to school, or went for my rhythmic lesson I really hated my name. Until one day when I had got enough for this I asked my mother what it means and her answer has changed my shame to something to crow about, so when someone asks me my name I proudly say, “My name is Kharisma it is Greek which means a gift from the grace”.

I had a dark skin before –which I hated it-. It was really dark and getting darker because I really loved to play outside showered with sunlight in one of the biggest tropical countries and you know it would be. My father has a bright skin and sometimes I didn’t believe that I was my father’s daughter or even worse I was adopted? It was getting worse when my younger brother found his entrance to the world and he has a really bright skin. It was hurt when my family said that he was cute like my older brother was, they said like there was not me. That time I was so sad and couldn’t stand it anymore, until one of my uncles told me something that went over with a bang in my heart and soul.  I am totally cute and they just don’t get it yet, dark doesn’t mean not beautiful black pearl is much worth than ordinary one and western people pay to have a darker skin, I have already got it. It is something to crow about.

I had my gymnastic class when I was a kid. I went to my gymnastic class with my cousin and we were best friend the closest best friend in that time. So in our gymnastic class we would get our mark of each day and as a best friend we used to make our day all the same included our marks. If I have got bad mark she would try to get the same though so on. But it faded as the time passes she was much better than me in every move, she won in several Olympiads and left me behind. I never get any achievement from the gymnastic form but she does a lot I was about to quit until I saw a rhythmic ribbon in the fit room and I tried it once I loved it. I told my mother that I wanted to move to the rhythmic class (basically it has the same form, just different objects to play) and she did it. From that day we went to the same building but we had different class, I had a best move in rhythmic (my lack is in power when I was in gymnastic, rhythmic requires less power). Then I realized that I could reach something that I thought I could not ever do and it was something to crow about.

            From those moments of my life, untill now I always just keep telling my self that I have something inside that everyone does not, everyone has something inside that everyone else does not. It seems really dull to find someone who is saying that he has nothing in him and his life is awful, in fact he has got it even inside his lack that he thought that it is such a shame lack he could find a pride in it, he just does not want to find it. Now, if I get something in my self that makes me get a bad blood then I would try to figure the worth of it out. Anything would always have two sides; if we get the bad side we can do attempts to turn it around. Because without any believe in our self even though we could blow the world up we would still think that we could not and that would lead us to miss the only boat we have.