Beware I am ugly… The result of typecasting

We all typecast people based on appearance, status, income, jobs, and much more.
But why?
Especially when it comes to appearance, it strikes an uneven balance.
I remember the times when i was a kid, i was fairly a plump girl and being that i was always bullied all lot.
If i dont eat, i was bullied because they assumed i was showing off.
If i eat, then ..oh my god, why are you eating this much….slow down? Your age kids should eat less.

The next thing was my rabbit teeth. The moment i smile, i was told i look ugly..shut your mouth and just smile without showing your teeth.

Don’t wear tight clothes, you look horrible, wear loose and long ones so that your butt is hidden.
Also, they blamed me not wearing traditional wear, in my school farewell, when all the time they were bullying me for being fat.

My confused mind didn’t know what to follow.
I went on eating… without any guilt until i realized, i should take care of myself rather than listening to these bull shit around me.

Let me be ugly or beautiful, people never accepted me as who i am.

There was a time when i bothered it a lot. But now i care a little.

Dont go with appearance, we are not born to impress everyone.
And we are not instant noodles to become thin or beautiful instantly. Take care of your self, irrespective of what that idiota around you say.
Be who you are. Be proud of being you.
#sreepriyawrites #typecasting #beyourself #loveyourself

Her D-Day

It was her D – day.
She was embellished in the best of best.
Her smile fascinating everyone around her.
She stood taking her vows for a happy life ahead.
Determined to sacrifice her joy of being at home.
For being just her…
As onwards she will be tagged with a name..not the one with which she was born with.
But then…
Everything changed.
Her hopes and dreams were thrashed…
All they wanted to be was what came along with her…
The ones she believed blindly …becoming family..never even wanted her…but all the earthly pleasures she could bring in…
She was shattered…but never allowed to express it…
She lost everything.
Even her home…
She has pushed away, from everything she loved…
Even when she was silently suffering.
She remained silent, sleeping dead ….days after she became the gorgeous bride…
Her D-day devastated her life.
#sreepriyawrites #herstory #somethingssaidandunsaid #notodowrysystem

Accused guilty…

Independent was she,
Irrepressible was her attitude.
She was hurdling with responsibilities.
Juggling with everything around her,…
Trying her best to be what all she can,
A mom, a daughter, a daughter in law, a sister, a colleague, a friend, and much more.
But all she missed was just being her at times.
When at moments she became her, out of her urge.
She was criticized.
Implicated guilty by all around her.
She wept a while…
But then she realized.
They impeached her of their own insecurity…and not her incapability.

She …(part -1)

A cold morning, she was snuggled under the blanket. It was almost five in the morning. Time to wake up, A whole day awaiting her. She was still struggling to wake up from her dreamland. All she wanted was to sleep.

As the alarm started to ring, she battled with her mind, one side who doesn’t want to wake up, the other who has responsibilities awaiting her.

Finally in the usual way, accomplishing waking her up, her brain spreads a smile. She wakes up, praying and checking on her alarm clock. Her lovely kids beside her – as she looks at them – her face explodes a smile while her brain lets her think – ” oh !! god, what is today’s menu ?”

Again with lots of pain and discomfort, she leaves her comfy bed, sliding a pillow on to the side, so that her daughter doesn’t fall off. As she walks out of her room, her thoughts keep wandering, blabbering to her mind -” Remember the times you were scared of darkness, you were always afraid to go into a dark room, now look at you, you are awake when the whole world is silent.”

At the thought of it, she smiles, feeling proud.

She brushes and gets ready herself for a walk .¬†Something she loves to enjoy…..she puts on her favourite song to play, plugs in her headphones and then puts on her shoes… and as she is all set walks to the door, locking it and confirming again pushing it once with her soft palms.

She walks into the darkness, soft breeze welcoming her to the early hours of the day.

It was the time,¬†of her own…

the time she talks to the wind

the time she talks to her heart

she walks along the path as if she was flying

waving her hands

as she walks

which slowly brushes her hips

it was the time she is awakened completely.

By the time she ends her walk, she has a solid blueprint of her plan for the day.

She is all set for the day…..

(to be contd….)