A mother wished her first born was a son
The dad wanted a ruler for his reign
The girl thought the hatred in their eyes was all a part of a game
The winner claiming the throne to the terrain
The prize that she really wanted was to be daddy’s lil girl again
We all are trying to fit into the puzzle called life. Constantly trying to be accepted …to get that special someone’s approval. We change who we really are to get accepted by society..friends and even our family.
Now let me ask you something. The parents that gave birth to you should be able to accept you for who you are. The friends who claim to love you should definitely be able to respect your choices and decisions without asking any questions. The society that displays banners suggesting equality for all should be able to accept you for who you are.
This world will constantly tell to change yourself to fit in. But the real gems are the ones who break their puzzle in their own significant way and showcase their inner sparkle. Do NOT search for people’s approval because who are they to tell you to follow the rulebook. These rules of the society were made by people so they can be broken by people too.
So my lil sparkles exceed your limits and realise that you don’t need to be a part of the game to be the winner. The throne was …is and always will be yours as long as you know where your kingdom lies 💕
Lots of love
Ello sparkles !!When I was little every day was a great day. I woke up late ….studied if I wanted to …ate what I want …got what I wanted. Being the first girl in the family came with its privileges. A few years after that my biggest problem was not doing my homework or not liking what’s for lunch. Fast forward a bit and then being teased was the trouble of the day. Then I lost my brother in an accident and things were mundane.
A few years later NOW my biggest problems are getting the best grades in a test, the weights on the scale …what my friends think about me … and constantly trying to be my best. But the conclusion is that the problems changed everyday , every month , every year. And I’m still alive
I’m still breathing and 90% of my days are happy days. There are days when I feel in the dumps. When everything about everyone seems wrong but if I could get through all of it for 17 years surely I could do so for the rest of my life ,right ?
I cannot believe that it took me so long to realise that it was OK to have a bad day. It was OK to feel completely useless. It was OK to fight with the people you love cause they are not going anywhere.
Anxiety…Jitters and tears were a part of life and getting it out once in a while is OK. There will be days when I feel so good. In my own little corner but the next day might be the absolute worst. And that was OK
So next time when you have a bad day …when anxiety strikes or panic breaks remember that You are OK. You are still alive after so many trials so this new problem is just an older one with a changed tag.
Having a bad day is a gentle reminder that the sparkle around you is getting over and it’s time for you to surround yourself with some inner sunshine
All the love
Ello lil sparkles !!
All my life I have heard people talk about a physical quantity….you know something that can be measured…calculated…added …defined. But most often this physical quantity is judged. Velocity…distance …time is directly proportional to a lot of things but being a physics student I have never heard that weight is directly proportional to beauty.
Growing up being a chubby kid had always been hard. My friends …mates …colleagues…relatives heck even my parents never really thought that my size was a beautiful one. Family dinners and parties were filled with old people giving me DIY tips or gym numbers. Trainers that had made a difference before.
Even today people keep telling me that I’m curvy , for gods sake I know. I own a mirror and I love the reflection I see. My parents and relatives tell me to eat less or comment on my choices as if not eating a slice of pizza was going to make me happy. Lol
I failed to understand how or why being chubby and curvy when I was 5 and 6 was cute but when I’m 17 it’s obscene. I have tried numerous diets and countless ways but I was never taught to be happy in my own skin. My best friends are really skinny and they are so beautiful for me but they think I’m beautiful too even though I’m a few sizes extra and a few kgs over. I’m not unhealthy I don’t have health issues …then how does being curvy stop me from being beautiful.
I think it’s time for people to stop being crazy about size 0 cause I’m sure you can feel a perfect 💯 even if your a size 10. Last year I lost a few pounds. And I did that cause I thought it would be better for me so for people who asked me if I did it for a guy or if I was disgusted with myself the answer is NO.
If you think you need a change , do it for yourselves cause I think beauty comes in all sizes be it a zero or a hundred. And why should we let numbers define our infinite potential? So let me sparkle in my own size and let my fellow mates breathe in their own body!!
Lots of love
Ello guys !!!Summer is finally here. This time I have quite mixed feelings about it. Love the ice creams – Hate the sticky mess. Love the shorts- Hate to put away my jumpers. Love the vacations -Hate summer extra Tutions.
To get away from my busy little life and the scorching heat. I ran away to the Himalayas for a vacation. A blogpost related to that will be up next week. But while on this trip I realised something definite. I have found my happy space.
The last few months were a bit hard. Never showed it but getting into the whole medical entrance regime …new friends. Discovering who really had my back and who didn’t. But you know what ? I got through all of the above and a lot more with a smile in the end.
Earlier this year I read a quote saying Five years down the line none of the problems I have now would be significant. That made a huge impact on me. I found it so true. The problems I had when I was 5 are definitely not the ones I have now.
So I built a happy place. A place where I let myself be happy. Where the world could be happy with me. Where nobody is mean and everybody is themselves. The sooner I realised that the people trying to hurt me might be going through something worse the better I was able to cope up. A lot of people tell me I’m always happy. I can manage to make people laugh even when I don’t mean to. I’m utterly silly. You would know that if you talked to me for less than 5 minutes.
My best friend , he tells me almost every conversation we have that I live in a world of unicorns and rainbows. You tell me is that such a bad world to live in? I have designed the world the way I like it to be. And I have found that I’m much happier this way. I get hurt less ..
I still do have a lot of problems. The ones we all have. But I have my bestie (S) to get me through it. I decided that rather than telling the whole world about my problems it’s better to tell just one person. And let the rest of the world be a part of the happier more cheerful you.
So build your happy place. Find a nook or corner where you define the rules, the people ,the heart. I have found mine let me know if you find yours ??
Lots of love
Drew this myself
21 st century the Modern age….the youths time. Where no judgements are passed where no prejudice or pride.
Oh how I wish that was true ! If a girl gets raped it was cause her shorts were too short or she showed too much skin. If she was teased it was because she allowed. All the unnecessary attention she surely must enjoy it.
Some of our parents proudly tell people that they allow their kids to make their own way. Preach that the attire they wear doesn’t influence their opinion about them. Behind the scenes they question the clothes that their own children wear.
The clothes I bought never had a price tag or description saying slut. The makeup I bought never said made for attracting men on their packaging. It said confidence boost or adding to your beauty.
I wear makeup cause I love the feeling when I get a sharp wing liner or a perfect smoky eye. I wear the clothes I wear cause it makes me feel sparklingly special. Not to impress some nobody. A boy who doesn’t even know the difference between contour and bronzer.
Body shamers and makeup haters or people telling me that I can’t wear stripes cause I’m fat. That I should always leave my hair open cause I have a round face. They are just jealous that can not pull off something like you can. They are surprised by how confident you could look in wearing something that the world thinks you should not.
I’m not going to change who I am and what I love for others … you shouldn’t too. I REFUSE to sink you should too
Do you love makeup too? Does it make you feel like an artist ???
Do you hear that??? It’s a laugh a giggle that distinct sound that’s makes you wanna break a smile too. We all have a goofy friend that has our back. She /he is always so happy. Like a literal ball of sunshine …they are just always smiling. You can always count on them to make you feel better about everything.
You would never guess what’s going on in their mind cause they themselves are trying to forget what happened back home or in the dark of the night. Their smile was so wide that you never know about the bruises. What the long sleeves and the concealer could hide.
Often I look at such people and think they are so lucky. Rich family ,loving parents ,understanding father ,kind mother. He / She can shop their heart out and still shop some more. But then how do I know what happens behind the curtains ? What nightmares they face while making every believe in their fake beautiful dream.
When the doors closed the puzzle broke
So did the pieces of her heart with words
Where the light didn’t shine she hid her tears
The armour came down for the wounds to heal
But when the light shined the Shards glue together
She put the pieces back to paint the beautiful puzzle that the outside world had falsely painted
We never know what’s happening behind those blinds ….each and every one of us has our own battle so be kind. Hug your happiest friend for me ? Just like that who knows maybe they need it ? Maybe that would make you the cause of their smile for once ?
LOTS OF LOVE
I thought the first one with a needle and thread would stitch my heart together The second with glue would stick the broken pieces back. With patience I realised I never wanted a tailor or an artist I needed a doctor to heal my heart with love
Patience a word that can decide between who you are and who you want to be. In today’s world I think this golden word is something we keep loosing. Waiting in line or for someone is literally the most annoying thing for us. We pay extra to get the first seats …..the first chance.
Teenagers lack patience In soo many situations. Especially Love. We vulnerable souls trust and love the first one who speaks the words we want to hear. Or sing the tune we want to hum. I myself being a teenager can be sooo impatient. But one thing I have patience with is finding my Better half.
People often ask me why a seventeen year old doesn’t have someone else ? Well I laugh it off usually and say who would date someone like me ?Also I love my parents too much to break their trust. But the major reason is in Ed Sheeran’s words “How can I love someone else before I learn to love myself ?”
I believe that if I am going to love and live my life for somebody else half of my life why don’t I love myself truly first. Make sure that I have patiently waited for the right person who would slowly learn to love me like I would love myself. Someone who knows everything about him only then would they be able to love my flaws … love those little things that I slowly accepted as my features.
It may take you a few tries to get your Picasso who paints your picture even better then you could. For some it would be their first love well for others it might be a lover in their 60s.
So if people find love after their 50s how is it uncool for me to be patient and love my self in my teens ? Surely I would love for someone to text me good night with a kiss emoji every day and ask me how my day was but If I could survive without it for 17 long years surely a patient 3-4 more won’t hurt right ???
What’s your take on love and patience? Have you already found your little love or are you patiently waiting like me ???
Lots of love ❤️
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