Do you ever feel like a bottle of pop ? Like you would explode any minute. Your gathering momentum from all the little things that everyone kept telling you and then suddenly one domino sets it motion. You explode with great velocity making a mess and causing a catastrophe.
I feel that when people I love or want to impress don't even acknowledge my efforts. I'm not asking you to praise me but I'm definitely not inviting you to insult me. Tell me that I'll never amount to anything or that all my work is for nothing.
Has Anyone told you that you don't make any sacrifices? That you haven't amounted to anything your whole life. Well my little sparklers let's get this straight. We all shine with our own light. And the ones who can't see this bright shine are simply blind aren't they ?
Well I'm telling you they are.
Someone truly said that Words cut deeper than a knife. Especially when that knife is held by someone who love or who you want to be loved by.
We humans no matter how tough we pretend to be need attention and love. Some need little while others come with a higher maintenance. The real star is the one who gives light to others but never steals someone else's show. Let's be successful together shall we ?
My little hearts don't let anyone tell you your worthless. That you are not a worthy cause. Your not a problem your heart is the solution to mine ❤
Those little things that they say to make you explode. To make you cry are little bubbles of Carbon Dioxide. And in order to stay away from bursting out you need to break your bubble a bit. Take in a deep breath in of oxygen. Tell yourself that they are creating a mirage of things that your not and the oasis is something you need to create by telling yourself that you are perfect.
I love u
Ello lil sparkles!
Lately theres soo much change going on. Seasons are changing….Trends are changing…Life is changing …People are changing. I have significantly changed when it comes to my education in the past one month. I have never put this much effort into anything ever.
Its almost if A nerd ghost has entered into me 😂. My parents love the ghost…my friends are threatened by it and question my sanity when I go on about how productive I have been. My professors are glad that the ghost kicked in before its too late. I on the other hand am scared that physics, biology and chemistry have taken over my bloodstream.
After putting in so much effort I expect things to be all sugar and nice. But people still manage to find flaws. I cried my heart out when somebody tried to bring me down. The question I kept asking was how can someone do this to me when I’m giving it my all? Well I found an answer
Maybe its too much chemistry that made me think that we all are composed of different compounds. Some people have more protein ..in them while other people have lots of sugar in their blood. But some people are filled with plain Acid. Similarly emotionally we all are made of different feelings. While you might me a happy soul the person next to you might be a complete cry baby. While you are super talkative the person next to you might be a wallflower.
No matter how hard you try my little sparkles not everybody will like seeing you shine. Similarly no matter how much pain and effort you put in there will always be people who will try to concentrate on your flaws. It’s not something you did that made them go all sour and acidic its just the way they are composed.
I think my chemistry professor will love this post more than anyone 😂(LOL).
So my loves don’t let the acid hamper your efforts. You deserve to shine and your hard work should be recognised. Bleed for your goals and not trying to tear yourself to fit in.
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
Ola My lil sparkles !!
Today as I write this post sitting in bed tears threatening to spill I think about the efforts. The ones that I have been making ,the ones that I chose not to make.
I think efforts co relate with decisions. If you decide to do something then to put it through you need to put some love , sweat and sparkle into it. 2 years back I made a decision to become a doctor. Next year this time I’ll be counting the days to write my Med School Entrance Exam. Ya gives me the creeps.
I knew it was gonna be tough. Heck it’s a lot tougher than I thought it would be. But the studies is not the hardest part of it. It’s the demotivation. That I get when my efforts are not recognised or they are not fruitful. When I spend sleepless nights studying on a test and then the results are not as good as I want them to be. And then my professors tell me that I have immense capacity I just need to work a bit more.
It kinda blows my mind away. But today I realised something. These efforts that I make might be enough for me but not enough for my future. Like a long time investment I’ll reap its benefits after a few years. When I’ll be earning a good living and being unconditionally happy.
So what I have decided from know on is I’ll put in the efforts. Maybe more than before and stop worrying about the outcome. I’ll always know that I tried and who knows in the near future these unnoticeable efforts will sparkle my life.
Love yourself and your dreams