What inspired your title?
Choosing a name and tagline that completely and uniquely represents YOU is very hard, especially for the indecisive ones. I hate choosing usernames or email addresses for sites like twitter, instagram, msn (in the good ol days)…etc. Because the moment I choose them and hit the “confirm” button, I know I will regret this name in the near or far future because it’s so hard to pin point who you are with one to three words. And you never want it to sound too cheesy, or loser-ish, which always turns out to be the case.
Fears aside, and plunging in the blogging world, I need to give my blog a name, with this blog, I’m going to call it “Petite Me”. I don’t know if I will regret this in the future, but for now, I think it is most fitting. “Petite” in French is used to describe a woman having a small and dainty build, usually under 5’4. With that being said, physically, I qualify as a petite person, I’m so thankful that some stores carry “petite” sizes. Although, I must emphasize, being petite doesn’t mean thin, and thinner girls are not necessarily petite, but I’m not here to talk about weight issues, that deserve a whole blog on it’s own. I believe having a healthy and confident body, whatever your build is, depends on a positive attitude to view yourself and avoiding comparing yourself with others. Your physical body is very smart that with the proper amount of food intake and exercise, you will fall into a perfect weight that is ideal for your body type. I disagree with the various ways our society has pressured and portrayed the women’s body, even at a very young age, but again, I will leave that issue to another blog post in the future.
Using the name “Petite Me” also describes my state of mind at the moment. In this world, at this hour, I couldn’t feel any smaller than I ever felt and hopefully will ever feel in the future. Indeed, a petite me in a big big world. The world is walking at a pace that I believe (for the moment) I will never be able to catch up to. There are too many fears, anxieties, expectations, aspirations, failed dreams and lost hopes that are like weights attached to my already shackled feet. At the age of 25, with no real direction in life, I feel as if my identity is shrinking by the hour. But things don’t have to always sound so depressing. There is also hope in this name. I’m beginning to view this as a period for discovering myself. Life is but a learning experience. We learn until we are old, until we pass on our dreams and hopes to the next generation. I still have so much I want to know; skills I want to learn and new worlds to discover.
So here is what inspired my title: the “Petite Me”. I hope with the little time I have on this earth that I’ll discover “the greatness in the small things of life.”