Written by The Fool
Photo by Uyển Trang Nguyễn (ivy)
I am The Fool who wants to give to a world that stands beside me. When I write, I pour the juices of peaches and understandings from the words that itch to come out. My writings are for the open minds, big hearts and colourful souls that shift and shape the world around us. In this piece, it reflects back on my childhood memories and mixed emotions as opposed to how I am today. I hope you like it.
I’m sixteen.
My hair naturally shapes like the girls on my phone on weekends but it takes an hour to get the same result on a weekday.
I’m sixteen.
In primary school I hated my bushy eyebrows because no one knew they could be as long as eyelashes.
I can’t forget the bold nose I got from my father.
I’m sixteen.
Ever since I could remember, I was born with an outline of abs on my stomach and the times my mother gave me baths I would hit my backside on the tap.
It eventually became a scar.
I’m sixteen.
Slouching gradually became a habit when I started high school from the first love that took my sweet innocent heart to the last time my father couldn’t stop hitting me out of his.
It was a give and take situation at both ends.
I’m sixteen.
I knew I was different from everyone else at the age of eight.
My mother told me that as soon as she held me in her arms, my eyes were wide open and my father said, “She’s been here before in another life”. It explained it all.
I’m sixteen.
I remember most of my childhood.
The makeup powder and the spoilt greediness of wanting every dress I saw. But to whomever I need to thank.
The broadway movies I watched five times on repeat and the rare occasions I went to the park was what stuck with me as I got older. The things that really mattered.
I’m sixteen and even though I’m just a child. Age does not outweigh the experiences, dreams, constant thoughts and intuitions you will have.
- the fool (sixteen)
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