January 17, 2018
Bottled up Emotions
I have been told all my life that the inner beauty is what makes you beautiful.
Until the day I was called unfit to be loved by a man because my waist wasn't an hourglass shape and my thighs were too cellulite.
Until I was told put on some make up, tanned face is what men shudder.
Until I was told to not wear clothes that make me look fat.
I was 15.
I realised that the world is full of lies. Being beautiful is a part of life.
I put on some make up, kept the baggy clothes aside and wore uncomfortable clothes for people to love me.
The teenager sensed that the world does not accept ugly people.
Thanks to Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
I tried escaping from the pain
Adding filters was the only way.
Acceptable face with a with a couple of likes
With a puddle of comments
I felt loved.
Until I had to return to the same old lot that called me ugly.
Going back and forth thinking I'm pretty and then I'm not.
I had a sound opinion with a muted voice.
I grew up, and realised that people judged not only looks but also choice.
Banker sounded more wise when I would actually be better off as a writer.
And here I am scrubbing my face with haldi and face creams because fair and lovely is the dream.
Hiding emotions and wetting pillows every night. All grown up but there's a child inside.
Here I am, succumbing to despair!
When can I actually stand out and break the silence.
With the social anxiety and all the hurdles.
When will I come out of this trap.
When will people understand the colour and looks of someone is something they should not be looking for.
India is running out of people who treat humans fairly.
Let's break the solitude.
2017 was still the same.
Let our resolutions be different.
Let’s respect opinions and views.
Let’s head towards teaching our sons and daughters to respect humanity.
Let’s spread love and make a change in the society.
This new year, stay humble, work harder and be kind.
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