the ONLY time i have ever felt beautiful or even close to pretty was when i was 15.
i remember soo clearly.

i was in cambodia with my parents, having the worst time ever. probably the worst "holiday" ive ever been on. its not the country i dislike, its the company.

anyway, we were driving around the kampung area and dropped by a couple of fruit stalls.
i was sweaty, hungry and felt so frustrated, desperately wanting to go home.
my shirt and hat was basically soaked in sweat.

then, i saw a bus filled with tourists from Italy. i mean, you could tell, if you see loud people doing hand signals - they're either Italian or French.

anyway, i was so annoyed with my parents and bumped into this old Italian lady.
i apologised and smiled to her and was about to walk away until she held my arm and looked at me. she did hand gestures around my face and said, "Bello" or was it bella?

i went blank. i told her i cant speak italian, she smiled and walked away.
then i turned around and my dad looked at me and said she thought i was beautiful.

whoever you are, old italian lady.
you made my day.
we need more people like you, especially in this world we live in