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"I'm sixteen. I repeat sixteen..."

Assalam alaykum my lovelies. It's been a long, long time but I'm back temporarily. Wie geht's? Yeah, I'm learning German

So... my dressing. Guys being mature is a good thing right? At least looking mature should be a good thing right?!

As you all know I'm in Lagos right now learning German and well... I've been told some weird stuff in this little period of time.

It's a known fact that my dressing is on the conserved side meaning that I limit my dressing and I watch what I wear and stuff like that.

Well... when did I start looking like someone's mother or someone's wife? I mean, I went to pick my cousins up from school and from afar, her friends  (referring to my female cousin) claimed that the lady they were seeing(Me) must be her mother (my aunt).

You can imagine my reaction when she relayed this to me. I almost went ballistic. Some days before that day, I went to the super market. So some people doing advertising for a company that promotes healthy eating stopped me to pitch the idea to me.

Naive me, I can not tell people that I'm not interested in what they are telling me so I listened. The next thing I hear after they  handed me a flyer, "You can get so and so for your mother, father, husband..."
   I instantly stopped the lady right there. "I'm not married." I said in a disturbingly high-pitched voice. "I'm sixteen" I continued very disturbed by their speculation.

"Oh, you look mature for your age." they said. Flabbergasted, I let them conclude their pitch and finally when into the mall still shook.

To look mature for my age. Are they indirectly calling me old? Is that supposed to be a compliment because right now, I'm not so sure.

So yeah my dressing.  Anywhere I go, the people that meet me will now say "Salaam alaykum." That is not what bothers me really. I appreciate the fact that I look muslim. The fact that people when I'm at stores or elsewhere will refer to me as Ma, Alhaja or even Hajia .

I'm "sixteen". I repeat "sixteen".  Ich bin sechzehn Jahre alt. Please, kindly understand that I'm sixteen not someone's wife or mother.

I'm obsessed with not letting my body shape show easily in my dressing. So maybe I'm always covered up but no one told me that It was that bad.

I am petite, a little chubby(don't listen to my friends that tell you otherwise), short ( at the moment always wearing heels), have a dark-ish complexion along with pretty annoying acne and I'm pretty average.

Now I have the ability to look Mature. Acting mature... Fine. I have absolutely no problem with that but to look mature, I'm beginning to reconsider. Anyway let me end this post with the little German I know. Pardon my errors.

So, dass ist alles. Vielen dank für deine Zeit. Tschüs!, Annyeong(안영), Ma salaam(ما سلام )and Allah hafeez lovlies💜❤🌹.

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