Unfair... But Absolutely Lovely 😄✌

Unfair..But absolutely lovely 😄✌

Born and brought up in Delhi,the heart of India. that is heavily influenced by western culture but still deeply rooted in its orthodox southern thinking, I had my own issues with my body. When I refer to my body here, I essentially mean my face. With my face, I primarily mean my complexion. It is easy to guess that it was my dusky complexion that gave me the inferiority complex.Among the about sixty seven girls in my class, I am the second most dusky girl.With a fair elder sister, my comparisons with fair girls became just too obvious and convenient to others.Though I had people around me who told me how pretty I was because of my sharp features, but these compliments made my journey just a tad bit better. ‘Fair is beautiful’ and ‘every man wants a beautiful woman’. This says it all. By the age of thirteen, I had believed thatI was not beautiful.They say beauty lies in the eyes of beholder.Right outside the herd of such traditional blabbermouths, stood my non-conformist mastermind my teacher who throughout made me believe that I was good looking in my own nice ways. ‘Your heart makes your look good’ and ‘your words make you attractive’. Guided by the above statements, I decided to not look at those who were ready with a beauty advice at the snap of a finger. Rather I decided to focus on me. On my strengths. Onmydefinition of beauty. That's me in 2016. I grew up to be a polite and kind woman. I could make friends easily. I helped people by going out of my ways. Each time I helped somebody, Icould feel an iota of increase in my self confidence.

Unfair... But Absolutely Lovely 😄✌
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