I wasn't ready for that kind of appearance. It was never a dramatic one or that movie type one. And it was a slow motion.
This was just like a worse one. It was a quiet moment. At this time, I just decided to walk into the room. No one saw me, I was just invisible. Wearing down my old, old school clothes. All I wanted to do was just to sit down and remain unnoticed.
But the moment I stepped in, it seemed as if things shifted in the room. Everyone paused their conversation. Someone just raised their eyebrow. And a few people inside the room smiled as if they have just seen a surprise guest.
At this moment, I just realized something strange is about to happen. I asked myself, what an appearance. Not because I felt so special, but because I was willing to do it. I was willing to show up at all. I mostly didn't try to convince myself, but I kept holding my breath. It made me think for some more, from some moments.
Sometimes you might feel that appearance is by becoming perfect, wearing the best clothes, applying the best makeup, being in your best attire. But sometimes, appearance just means arriving with full confidence, speaking without trying to be noticed. And somehow, that was enough.
So literally, someone told me, I'm glad you came. This mind was everything to me. What an appearance. It was more of a polished woman, not just me. And maybe that's all that really matters.
