Pabebe, not

Pabebe [adj], pacute, pababy, pademure

If someone calls you pabebe, would you like it? I doubt.

It all started when … actually, I really can’t recall. When was the first time that someone called me pabebe? All I know is that the last time I was called one, that was just awhile ago.

I just refused to do something and they call me that. Wow. How come I was called one when I only refused to participate in a friggin’ game?

The thing is, I really hate being called pabebe. It gives me a negative vibe. Pabebe for me is when you’re acting childish and acting cute. I don’t (and never) want to be tagged as childish and pacute. I want to be tagged as someone strong and independent, someone that ain’t a damsel in distress and needs no saving.

Although yes, I admit that my voice is the main culprit as to why I was called pabebe because it’s high-pitched. But hey, I don’t have a control over the pitch of my voice. I even try to lower my pitch, and that’s a pain in the throat to be honest. And, well, sometimes it’s really the way I talk. Especially when I talk slow. But I don’t do that on purpose. That’s just the way it is.

I also admit that it must be the way I move. Sometimes I move so slow and that I tend to move in a demure kind of way, like, I pay attention to all the details and it makes me so slow. That’s just me being extra careful, I guess.

Or perhaps it’s the way I dress. They say I dress in a feminine way but I say not always. I use my black laced-up boots to channel my inner Kendall Jenner and be badass. I wear my denim jacket and tie it on my waist if the weather becomes hot, and denim jacket, I believe, screams edgy. I dress depending on my mood and on what the event calls for. But it’s mainly on what I feel like wearing. It all depends on me being confident and bold or me being laid back and lazy.

So, I really ain’t a pabebe in purpose. I don’t do pa-cute in purpose. Because as I’ve said, that is not the kind of me that I want people to see in me.