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i painted a lovely picture
of who you ought to be
i keep it in my closet
for only me to see
maybe one day you’ll hold up
to the image i conceived
the one that hangs so nicely
in my little art gallery
[art gallery]
[moseley, 2024]
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Real is RARE!!!
“Chubby people look pretty because thin people exist and thin people look pretty because chubby people exist”
-Anonymous-
You might find the above phrase a little confusing or rather for some a little ridiculous. Okay, imagine if we lived in a society with only thin people or with only chubby people. Yes exactly, that's going to be boring.
But if that's the case why are most of us in society trying to look the same by trying to fit into some beauty standard set by someone neither you nor I even know? Our body is such a beautiful gift to be cherished and treated right.
Everybody is not the same. Not everyone is chubby, thin or average and that's what makes our society a beautiful place. However, beauty standards have a high influence making lots of people insecure about their appearance. Thanks to it, annually many people seek counselling for bulimia nervosa, anorexia nervosa, binge eating disorder…etc. To everyone who doesn't know, bulimia is an eating disorder where a person overeats followed by self-induced vomiting, strict diets, and excessive exercise in order to reduce body weight. Whereas anorexia is when a person refuses the food intake leading once again to reduce weight excessively. And these are more complicated than it seems and hard to overcome.
Now you might ask me, is it bad to try and look pretty? And the answer to that is, no. It's not bad to look pretty. Work out, eat till your cravings are satisfied, get a tattoo, get some piercings, wear makeup and do facelifts. But Don't try to change your features. Instead, try to brighten them. Everyone's got a set of features that's highlighted when you look at them. Discover them and work on them. Don't change them for the sake of attention or fame.
My point is that everyone is beautiful and everyone is worth the beauty they are gifted with. All your scars, stretch marks, pimples, acne, birthmarks, moles… etc are what make you who you are. Every scar in your body has its background story, every pimple is proof of your hard work and dedication and every birthmark makes you special to stand out amongst the crowd.
Shout out to all my beautiful, dazzlingly gorgeous/handsome darlings out there who are insecure; YOU ARE UNIQUE, YOU ARE RARE AND YOU ARE ENOUGH. Don't let anyone else make decisions about you or your appearance. Not everyone needs to love and accept you, a few genuine people will do. Keep your head and standards high because you are worth every bit of your beauty.
#self love#self care#confidence#unique#love#innerbeau#inner beauty#your body is a temple#you are real
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Do you read books?"
This is the first question I always ask when I meet a new person and become friends. Books have been my best friend ever since I could remember. My parents are book lovers and that was my influence to start reading books.
But the actual influence was ever since I started reading my grandfather made it a habit to buy me a storybook every month. That encouraged me and kept me going and, I fell for books so hard that I'm not even bothered to get up.
I had a very bad habit of reading books late at night until I was 14 or 15. Sometimes, when the book gets very interesting making me curious, I don't feel like keeping the book down. And that's when I end up with happy sleepless nights. And if you ever get a peek inside my backpacks, you'd see me carrying all the basic stuff including a storybook neatly packed in. And that's no secret between my family and all my friends who know me. There are days that I don't even get to read a single pag, but carrying storybook has been my habit ever since I started reading books and I still do it unconsciously.
I am very strict when it comes to borrowing books and that irritates people who don't know the reason behind it. And even though I try to keep calm and let anyone borrow my novels but I really can't do it😂.
Books and I have a very strong bond and it's prolly like the only thing I'm selfish on when it comes to sharing with someone unless he/she isn't a good takecareer like me. It may sound mean.Yes, but that's how it is.
Now I've got quite an impressive collection of books and I even borrow my friends' books when I run out of books to read. And my mom says she wishes she never encouraged me to read books as a hobby😂.
If anyone ever asks me whose fault it is that I'm into books so much I would probably say it's my grandfather's fault since I already told yall what he did. And this post is a little tribute to that amazing and loving man who's played a major role in my life. It's almost been 5 years since he's gone but it feels like it was yesterday that he bought my last book for me.
#books and reading#books#novels#personal experiences#memories#bookworm#habits#love#relatable#childhood#grateful#appriciationpost
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LIFE
Life,
Unique and deep,
Holding personalised definitions,
One can truly relate but another can only imagine.
And is filled with sunshine and roses.
But,
Just sunshine and roses?
One would simply call it boring,
Without an explicit bit of problems and sadness,
Making life one great rollercoaster ride.
Is life fun you may ask?
Fun is most certainly an understatement,
For life, is a journey.
A journey full of ups and downs,
Surprises and adventures,
And all these together is what gives life its truest meaning.
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Heart that broke, the mind that shattered.
It was a bright summer day when I first met her in person. She wasn't new to high
school nor me since she was my classmate but we never got a chance to talk in person.
She was a tall, thin girl with black hair always tied
in a ponytail and everyone called her Ev even
though her real name was actually Evy.
She came to me during the lunch break and
asked for my literature book and when I gave it she
speeded to her table and started working on her
notes. That evening during gym classes we were in
the same team and that's where we got to know
each other more. Eventually we became friends and
spent most of the time together talking about
various topics and exploring new things that caught
our interest.
Days went by and without knowing we fell
in love with each other. We spent most of our free
time together going on adventures exploring new
places, killing time in the library reading novels and
camping during holidays. We spent our days under the sun filled with happiness. We
got to know each other more and more as we grew close to each other. She was my
comfort zone and my shoulder to lean on, so was I.
One night she called me randomly and said she has a feeling to commit suicide. I
got so worried and ran to her house . She saw me and called up to tell me she's fine,
which is when I got to know that she was a girl who suffered from depression due to
her father's death. She said she's recovering but she did suffer from the late effects of
it. She often suffered with anxiety and panic attacks even for the smallest things.
Our lives were simple and happy until one morning I was woken up by a call that
made my entire day a mirage where I saw no escape. The person on the other side of
the call told me something I was never ready to hear. I ran right away to Ev's house
and all I saw was cops and weeping people pleading about this unexpected news. I felt
paralysed and couldn't walk anymore.
Few weeks after the ceremony I went back to all those places we visited together
and everywhere I went all I felt was her smell and our memories showing me how
much I miss her. My final destination was her house. I spoke to her parents and
offered them my respect and went home feeling empty and lost.
Ever since she left my life was literally a hell hole. I felt like I was just a
person without a soul for our souls were connected and now that she's gone she's taken
mine along with hers. The library was no longer a happy place to kill time and the
forests were never so lively like it was. Nothing ever feels the same. The clouds can't
help but rain. All colours gone, everything is plain.
Few years later and I still think about her constantly for she was my home and my safe shoulder to lean on.
The end.
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