(This post is dedicated to those who have fought against inscrutable pain, anxiety attacks, autoimmune diseases, asthma etc. I am proud of you all. People always underestimate the strength and valor it takes to deal with the struggle going on inside your own body. )
Do not think of pain as one of the agonies of the flesh...there is untapped strength in torment. Every time you die a little because of such agonies... a new facet of you is born. And it will always be thus. The soul inside us is unfathomable and beyond time, because it is thought to be made up of aether, the quintessence (Greek for the "fifth element").
So the next time you go through such an ordeal...remember, you are being given a new, better, stronger YOU. I realize that the process can be excruciating, but trust me when I say this...the outcome is always worth it. It is okay if you have a hard time believing these words, I've been there too. The feeling of positivity is as elusive as a butterfly. It has to come to you. And when it does, hold on tight for as long as you can.
Reach for your soul. It will give you strength and solace. The kind you will never find anywhere else but inside you.
Since time immemorial, one fact has remained veracious...
NOTHING LASTS FOREVER
Neither suffering nor happiness Neither tears nor smiles Neither love nor hate
Then why must you concern yourself about things that aren't permanent.
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It’s since childhood that I have been seeing creams (which people buy like mad) that makes girls fair so that it leads to loveliness (Hello “Fair and Lovely”!). Because obviously, for Indians, dark skin is not lovely.
I was once called “wheatish” by a professor in college. That was the first time I had heard that adjective for myself. I thought fair and dark were the terms for skin tones. Now there was wheatish. I was seen by my darker friends with some palpable envy. And I saw some smirk on the faces of the fairer girls. So there I was, somewhere in the middle of the newly discovered beauty scales. I also remember how angry/ hurt/insulted I felt for not being considered fair by the professor. Even though I did not place importance to fairness, but now I realized I subconsciously did.
My dearest friend used to say, as a small wide eyed girl, when we were in fourth standard, that I was so beautiful, and by beautiful she meant that I was fairer than her. She told me how her mother used to apply “ubtan”, which is a homemade turmeric pack or something, to clear her skin. I had innocently asked her, “Your skin is already so clean, why clean it more”?”
By that time I had not realised that fairness is seen as pure and darker skins are meant to be cleaned, made to glow.
Thanks to “Black Lives Matter” movement, light has been shown to the discrimination girls face simply for their skin tones. Here in India too. But still the creams are being sold. Not as “Fair and Lovely” which is explicitly rude and demeaning to Indian women, but as “Glow and Lovely”.
And it is still demeaning. Why can’t we live as our normal selves, why do I need to be Fair/Glowing to feel confident. Or for me to become an air hostess, a model, an actress and even a news anchor? And primarily to be married?
All our self-worth is accumulated on our looks. If a girl by chance is fair, then we start scrutinizing her figure, and start fat shaming or preaching her to clean her body hair, or start smiling more. (For example, I am so criticized for my acne filled skin and for cutting my hair short, and of course for my fat!)
Basically Indian society is stuck on the narrative of girls existing only for pleasing other people’s eyes. Not as individuals, with a mind and sense of humor but with a sense of inferiority about looks.
I look up to Deepika Padukone, Mayawati, Phoolan Devi, Nandita Das, Konkona Sensharma, Smita Patil, Beyonce, Maya Angelo, Michelle Obama, P V Sindhu. These are tremendous forces of nature known by their work, not their skin tones. //It describes them, but does not define them.//
Let’s celebrate our bodies, skins and education and fitness.
Girls, we cannot expect society to change overnight nor the boys to start loving us as dark and fat.
It is on US GIRLS to start appreciating ourselves and our sisters irrespective of looks. And start loving our skin without the use of fairness and skin brightening creams.
“Your skin is not only brown It shines and it tells your story” ~ Beyonce
My period started during school hours. I was in sixth standard and when I came home, I saw my panty bloodied. I was petrified and called mom. She came running and along came dad.
They understood the situation and did their best to calm the horrified me. Once I had washed and cleaned, I was introduced to the world of sanitary napkins and careful advices of not spotting car seats, school chairs, neighbour's sofa, my bed during those long 5 days.
Though the topic was luckily not taboo in my home, in fact, my dad has always bought me my pads and still does. He was very informative with regards to the exact biological process happening in my body which I partially understood and widely resented.
It meant not jumping like a monkey, which I was and continue to be. Being super conscious of not spotting my dresses and places I sit on. I still always look back at the chair I get up from to check if I have left evidence of my reproductivity.
All women more often than not bleed and still it seems like nobody talks about periods and as if men do not even know periods exist.
It’s been a tough journey to accept that periods will continue to happen to me till middle age and I will have to be prepared for them wherever I go and remember dates and cover up if I mess.
It’s a bodily function which is responsible for the existence of US ALL! Yet look at the taboo associatied with it. We hide pads as if they are atomic bombs or something.
Let’s begin being period proud by stopping to shame girls who spot places and lending a pad when a sister needs it, looking after the period poverty (lack of menstrual products due to their high prices) of our housemaids and their daughters.
I still try to not feel ashamed and it's tough, given the years of conditioning to feel shame and guilt around periods.
Know about period related diseases like PCOD, UTI and be very helpful and empathetic to those suffering from them. Don't shame them on being full of acne and being fat which are the most common symptons of these diseases. Go Help Other Women and Little Girls Out There, They NEED YOU!
I am working on myself to love my periods as much as I love my body when it’s not bleeding. It’s Only Blood After all!
Thanks so much @augustleaf (@_rainfrost_ ) for holding such a wonderful challenge and thank you dear @starrdust for letting me know about it . This is my first post being submitted for a challenge .I feel like this poem of mine is a random thought and I really thought a lot about what to write in here and ended up writing this.I hope that you all enjoy it and give me tips to improve ⌒(｡･.･｡)⌒
This sunset feels like a brook of wine, I'm sitting on the rooftop watching the memories come back to me from the sangria skyline, Holding the empty glass I was getting drunk gazing at the horizon, The good , the bad and all of the treasured memories started to entwine.
Then the drunk artist painted the azure sky in scarlet, amethyst and amber, Each shade fetched me back a memory from my deepest core, I remember how beautiful was January, how warm was May and how cold was December , Reminiscing in those memories made me dive in the deepest of my thoughts and what they bore.
The tints of sky is advancing to new darker shades now , The sun is olive - sized but it's ray still reflects bewitchingly from the glass I hold, I raise a toast pretending that my glass clinks with the one that Sun has, To the days I cried but now I know there's so much to behold.
Befuddled now and the words betwixt my lips fail to take a dive into the breeze blowing , My hair being caressed by it I close my eyes and a drop of tear escapes from my eye and dies on my cheek, I have bloomed astoundingly and I'm no more pitiful, The Sunset taught me that endings can be beautiful .
Copyright u_star 8th August 2020 15:33 PC :- Owner.
Hey guys ... Annyeong Chinguya .. I know I took a long break without letting you guys know but I didn't want to make any fuss so I didn't bring it to anyone's notice . To anyone whom I've let down I apologize sincerely . But hey ...here's a poem maybe I can make it up to you guys by this... Happy reading .
What it would be like sitting on sand and staring deeply into the ocean? Or maybe closing your eyes and letting the wind caress you ?
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Close your eyes , For once listen to what I have got to say , I promise "no more lies " , I won't leave you astray .
Sitting in front of an ocean , Its moisture touching your fluffy cheeks and becoming the finest lotion . Letting the wind caress your hair cascaded down your shoulder , For a while you wish to be "happier" and not "braver" or "bolder".
You love writing , but its boring to you now , You love drawing , but it seems impossible to you now , Same thing happened with singing and dancing and cooking , You don't do things you used to love anymore and enjoy doing nothing .
You let out a sigh , And ask yourself thousands of "why". Staring deep into the oceans , You ask yourself numerous questions .
Maybe its because you feel a void in there , You feel empty inside and it gets arduous to bear . You don't laugh , enjoy and you don't exactly live your life , And you feel like ready to rip your apart , there is one gigantic knife .
The breeze blowing now are so cold , You open your eyes now and behold , The resplendent night hue , The twinkling stars and the moon in blue .
Sitting with your legs folded at knees touching your lungs , Thinking that you couldn't speak even if you had ten tongues . Your hands clenching your legs and you are now comfortably stooped , Its past midnight now and you have not moved .
Let the waves caress you one more time , Let the ocean smile at you and sing you in chime , When you are in your beloved solitude you forget about the world but the twinkling stars , You don't even remember about your deepest scars .
You don't seem to care about the world and their stories , You don't care about people and their worries , 'coz darling just like you , I feel out of this world too .
Hi girls! In this war against injustice and gender discrimination show a lot of *SOLIDARITY*. Support all women. *ALL*. Support your mother, aunts, cousins, sisters, friends and especially women speaking on our behalf.
Support Dalit Women. Trans females.
Stop body shaming and blaming women and stop ignoring all (even what others call small) acts of sexual harrassment.
Speak out. Read and write. Let everyone know what women hate.
Start by normalising periods. Start by accepting yourself as you are dark, fat short, tall, skinny, cool or hot...don't care about label.
Just like boys are always there for their friends (bro and all) and show solidarity even if their friend is a rapist or they all together harass girls outside schools and colleges. They are torturing girls together. They bad mouth girls and women.
Boys in India are brought up so entitled they will never care for us. For most of them we are mere sex objects. Most care only about our boobs and vagina. And our virginity.
Stand in solidarity against such crap. If you support a sister in distress only then can you also live freely. Boys might never care for our issues. Understand this.
Men say women are so tough/complex to understand. Aren't men also?
I mean why the hell do they harass little school girls? Rape women and now even 6 month old babies? Why do they ask for dowry? Why do they commit domestic violence? Why do they discuss women virginity? Why do they stalk college girls? Why don't they cook/change surnames/leave their home or city after marriage?
Disclaimer: yes I know not all men. But mate, this is the story of yes all women. So congratulations if you are a cis het male and not biased. Otherwise let me speak. #yesallwomen#selfmusingsofj #women_i_love
WOMEN DON'T NEED TO CHANGE THEIR WAYS AND THEIRSELVES.
MEN AND SOCIETY NEED TO QUESTION THEIR MINDSET AND WAYS.
DEAR MEN, QUESTION YOUR PRIVILEGE AND SMASH PATRIARCHY.