When I was 16 years old, I received a letter from a boy from a neighboring city because of an article. His praise was like a spring breeze, blowing away the gloom in my heart and making me feel appreciation from the opposite sex for the first time. At that time, I was like a flower about to bloom, looking forward to more sunshine and rain.
As the correspondence deepened, I began to learn about his world and opened my heart to him. We talk about each other's joys and sorrows on paper, and share the bits and pieces of life. During that time, my world seemed to be lit up by his words, full of anticipation and longing.
However, while I was immersed in this beautiful fantasy, reality hit me hard. The boy made a request to meet, which left me in deep self-doubt. I looked at myself in the mirror, and my simple clothes, clumsy figure, and auraless eyes made me feel extremely inferior. I know it's not the perfect girl he had in mind.
However, I still don't want to pass up this opportunity. I started trying to change myself in the hope of making a good impression on him when I met him. I changed into beautiful clothes, put on ** glasses, and even secretly wore lip gloss. I'm looking forward to that wonderful moment and looking forward to being able to show my best self in front of him.
However, as I set out on my journey to the appointment with great anticipation, I was greeted with disappointment and pain. He did not show up and did not leave any news. I sat in the car on the way back, looking out the window at the gray sky, and my heart was filled with endless loss.
When I got home, I threw myself into my mother's arms and wept bitterly. My mother gently patted me on the back and comforted me gently. She told me that everyone is unique and has their own beauty and value. She encouraged me to be brave with myself, accept myself, and not lose myself because of the expectations of others.
With my mother's love and support, I gradually came out of the shadows. I began to re-examine myself and discover my strengths and strengths. I understand that I don't need to be the perfect girl in the eyes of others, I just need to be myself and live my life to the fullest.
Over time, I grew into an independent and confident woman. I have learned to appreciate my own beauty and to appreciate the people and things around me. I know that the process of growing up is full of twists and turns, but as long as we can face ourselves bravely, accept ourselves, and work hard to change and improve ourselves, we will definitely be able to get out of the haze and usher in the sunshine.
Now I have entered the society and started a new life. That youthful past has become a fond memory in my life. I am grateful to the boy who once complimented me, who made me feel appreciation from the opposite sex for the first time; I am also grateful to the boy who let me down, who taught me to be brave enough to face myself and accept myself.
This story tells us that everyone has their own beauty and value, as long as we discover, appreciate and cherish with our hearts, we will be able to have a life full of color and vitality. At the same time, we must also learn to cherish the people and things around us, because they are an important source of support and strength for our growth.
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