What do you see? Had I lost weight? Or worn out? I always loved the way I am Yet the unwavering struggle between self-esteem, Eating habits and my weight gain! What instigated this ambivalence? The idea of so called "Beauty Standards" The pressure that the society laid me with this very idea Was not so direct. It started from the very comfort place - Home Denial of certain dresses Pointing out that am fat People used to point out At the quantity I eat is the reason why I am fat Some even persuaded me with the appeal of fear That I'd be even more obese when I become a mother Since I am from that kind of genetics. I don't say am not open to criticism Yet few people are even unaware That they are body shaming And being body shamed. The stress it lays Pulls them to predicament I've lost nearly __kg. Unlike influencers or others, I won't say it all happened in a blink of an eye. My body took its own time. In fact, the process had many phases. In each...
I welcomed him, when I was two! With much eager and anticipation, I got A new lively toy to play with He who pronounced my name first! He who followed everything I did! We grew up exploring everything together! We grew up sharing toys, Sharing food and sharing jokes, Even deepest secrets and dreadful gossips! We grew up in each other's shadow And all of a sudden, one day He grew up taller than me! Spoke a litter wiser than me. A bit fairer than me , made me jealous. Then he started growing apart from me. Now I stand alone and lonely, Unable to accept the bitter fact That , "he's not my little toy anymore". With love, Ms. Affable ❤
We've been longing for a closure Knowing it would change nothing for sure. Still we longed to get one From all the events and people Who made us wail and weep At times left us with no tears. We know we'll never get one. It's because they never knew The depth of the wounds Their actions have caused They made us believe that Happiness is the scariest thing to be And once we are We've so much to loose! They seem to be an angel now Genuinely they do put efforts, But eyes sees them as devil in disguise! Whenever a neck piece is worn Neck remembers the ligatures and nooses! Tears would be at the ridge of falling But would pass a moment Because they are part of our life And we are supposed to live With them and the devastations they've caused Even without their closures We are healing our wounds Me and my inner child By just forgiving ourselves For being too hard on each other And trying to forgive them too But we are not forgetting any! ...
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