Looking at myself in front of a mirror naked was an awkward experience for me. While looking at myself, I remembered different events in my life that were marked by tan lines, scars, bruises, allergies, birthmarks and moles. I had fun reminiscing how much fun I had going to the beach, remembering how I was such an accident-prone child--- getting deep wounds because I joined the procession one Good Friday in the province; burning my hair because I was playing with the candle and I screamed "SAKLOLO!!!" instead of putting water; getting six stitches on my head because I had slipped. It occured to me that my body was like a memorabilia of some sort. It has bits and pieces of what I had gone through in my life.

     I often get insecure of my not-so-perfect body. Whenever I get reminded of my height, I just feel so inferior. Why do I have to be vertically challenged? I also get insecure about my face. While my baby sister has a button nose, I have one that is humongous. I have a lot of physical insecurities and I think that these insecurities are the reasons why I sometimes lose my self-esteem. But I guess I would not be Timmy if I was not short or if I did not have a big nose. These things have contributed to what have happened to me through the years. I might not act the same way if I had been taller.

     Remembering past hurts and joys while pondering on the questions given led me to a realization: I am Timmy and although I am not perfect, I am glad that God made me like this.

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