Dear Self and Eternal Soul,
I always watch you throughout the day; of course in front of mirror but never embraced or analysed you eternally.
Its seems been long since I met you.
Its been long since I stood in front of the mirror embracing all your art and all your God's gift. I know you have been often called flawed and I apologies for believing that sometimes. As I look at you, I look at how amazingly each cell of the body is filled. How amazingly fortunate I am to be one of those people whose bodies have articulate work on them, that people often termed as stretch marks.
As you transform me from a thin girl to a chubby plump girl. I feel more independent. I wonder why people discriminate and insult each other on the basis of curves of their body. It reflects the mindset of the people judging you. Curves are two types just like mirrors – concave and convex. Not just that, it also acts as a mirror.
As I look up to my face in the mirror, I see how the pixel of cell has spread there too, leaving behind the proof of their existence; the scars and marks that have now become a characteristic mark of my identity ! The foundation and concealer hides it sometimes, but why do I need to hide it ?
Each flaw is beautiful. It denotes a pattern. A unique one just like fingerprints. We are compelled to hide the scars because otherwise cosmetic brand selling makeup would become non existent. We are forced to match up with the so called beauty standard of being fair skinny, perfect size, shape and color. But,“Do you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?“. When people have opinions about you, they are based on their perception and how they filter information from the world around them. So it is in fact, a bunch of lies created by the mind through doubt, to judge another person.
I apologies for the times I have doubted and hated you. But now, I feel independent as I have learned acceptance.
How beautiful it is to have flaws and fairies do artwork on the body, on the skin. How mesmerizing it is to watch, appreciate and accept what and how we are. Life will become much happier when we accept the little or big flaws that we and our beloved bodies behold.
Many of us try to fix our “flaws” and “imperfections” instead of accepting them, loving them and realizing we are already perfect. Flaws are just flowers in different appearances. Beautiful yet delicate !
What if, it is enough to love yourself fully and accept all of yourself even parts of body you are not proud of! Longest love story you will ever have is the one with yourself! SO WHY NOT TO START RIGHT NOW?
- Grishma
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