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
Moving at a speed faster than a walk or never having both legs on the ground is the definition of run by the oxford dictionary. It's something we do everyday. Run to class when we are late …run to feel calm …run from our problems but there's one thing we can't run from Our reflection.
We carry it with ourselves. A mirror, a plain clear glass , still water they keep reminding us of who we are. Who we have become. When I used to wake up and look at myself I never felt content. The shirt was not right or my hair looked too much like Lindsey Lohan on a drunk night. The acne felt like scars and the protruding belly was never helping the cause.
All my life people have told me what I could do to look better. But what if I was content in myself and their unnecessary thoughts made me insecure. What if you love yourself ..your body …your choices because you like being different. If being round is a crime then why do you chastise the skinny ones? If being thin is a sign of weakness how can you determine the strength of the curvy ones?
Isn't the colourful rainbow that I have in my heart more important than the tone I have on my skin. Isn't the size of your soul more important than your waist or thighs ?
I'm at a stage in life now that I am happy and content with how I look. I like the reflection that smiles back at me when I look in the mirror. When people make low digs at my curvy figure or my not so sharp jawline. I laugh with them. Cause honestly if you think how they are judging you it resembles a joke more than an insult.
Now when I look at the mirror I realise that I have finally discovered who I really am. I'm not even close to the perfect supermodel but I'm my own runway superstar.
And trust me learning that has made me more confident. I now know that all these years I was not ignoring a reflective surface I was ignoring myself. I'm more then glad that I realised it at an early age so the rest of my life I won't compare myself to the next person because their reflection will never look like mine. They have their own unique sparkle while my reflection is blinding bright too
Don't let others define the way you look or dress or eat. What a reflective surface shows is how you feel about yourself. It's never too late to start loving yourself and it's never too early to start showing the world how amazing you are
Love is a complicated word that can make a lot of things simple. Its unconditional…it’s forgiving…it’s not judgemental….and its more than just mind.
It consumes your soul , your heart your emotions. It can act as a beast but in the end its always a beauty. The best thing about it is that you can love anything and anyone.
I love my parents..I love pizza…I love my best friend…I love my kindergartener teacher as much as I love my stern but yet comforting professors. The sky is the limit. You can define this four letter word into anything that fits your description. Your relationship.
We all will find a love from different people at different instances. I have never found love in a partner because I have never felt the need to look. I have always had enough of love even without having a lover. When I eventually do find him he will be my best friend. We will fight and bicker but in the end we will always remember how our definition is so different from the others. And that will be the memory that heals us back together
But some people who are lucky enough have already found love at some point in their life. It may be long lasting or a day old but that one time it will be special.
You might not share the same relationship with them anymore but you still respect the definition you both so carefully created. And that memory will break out a smile and make you forget all the hatred you ever had.
So chin up my lil sparkles cause you will find your definition with someone or other sometime soon💕💕
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 guys !!!
Happy Easter !!! My moms Christian so I get to celebrate easter and Christmas and all things nice. I also get to eat delicious food. Endless dishes and delicacies. We live really far from my grandmothers so whenever we come home she makes every dish that is on the menu.
I also get to eat splendid Easter eggs. My mom got a basket of chocolate Easter eggs home and within minutes they disappeared into thin air. The dark chocolate ones ….the white chocolates …the tiny mini ones as well as the huge giant ones. They all came with different wrappers different colours. But in the end they were all gone.
The sparkly glitter wrapped eggs left a sparkle in my mind. When it’s chocolate the size, shape ,colour ,covers don’t matter. But when it comes to something much more significant like people how does all this start to matter.
How do the dark skinned gods get an inferior preference when they too have a fair heart. How do the light skinned beauties get no credit for their hard work cause people think things come easy to the white.
We come in different wrappers but aren’t we all filled with delicious sweet stuff.
There are some Easter eggs whose expiry date has passed those you definitely need to throw away. But when the eggs are disfigured we still eat it all cause in the end it’s all just chocolate. Everybody has faults but in the end we all are humans trying to be happy.
So this easter when you eat an Easter egg learn to accept everyone cause we lovely sparkly people come in all shapes ,sizes and colours.
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