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Women are not just their bodies or their supposed actions or objects of desires. Women are who they want to be, and it's time we learn to accept that!
Women are not just their bodies or their supposed actions or objects of desires. Women are who they want to be, and it’s time we learn to accept that!
Who am I? I am a different person every day! Or every moment, If I must say!
At times I’m deep diving into my inner self, Fingering my deepest unravelled layers.
At times I’m holding on tightly to my roots, Next moment I could shoot off those roots to kiss the skies!
At times I’m laughing out loud, Like a child, Like a devil. Depends! Whether I’m shooing them away? Or flirting with my demons.
At times I’m cutting out the cacophony, the din, The judgements, opinions, the chagrins. Next moment you’ll see me making music and sonnets, Out of the same noisy dissonance.
At times I’m about to unleash a volley of verses, At times I choose ‘not’ to unmute myself for even a second.
C’ mon! It’s not the hormones. They are just a part. There is so much more to me..my darlings!
To the fathers, the sons, the brothers, the husbands and all dear men out there. To love and nurture is not an option. That’s in my DNA, That’s how I’m wired.
I’m the rock by your shore if the waves are severe. Anchor when you feel fragile or lost. But to guard my OWN self and esteem, I know pretty well how to disconnect or decouple.
Because ‘giving’ is a habit I can’t give up on, Doesn’t mean my rights, my dignities too, I’m giving away on a platter.
My bosom can hold even a volcano. But ‘Expectations’ a bit too much, ‘Stereotypes’ way too many, Or ‘for granted’ being taken a right, Some reasons that stir up my galvanic side.
To the hilt, I love to play, A myriad of my roles, But trust me I can rise above all, And just ‘make out’ with my soul!
I’m a woman … a creation most beautiful. Yes! I shall keep repeating and reminding myself.
Outside I might be an enigma of emotions, Inside, mind you… I’m a perfectly sorted puzzle!
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UP Boards Topper Prachi Nigam was trolled on social media for her facial hair; our obsession with appearance is harsh on young minds.
Prachi Nigam’s photo has been doing the rounds on social media for the right reasons. Well, scratch that- I wish the above statement were true. This 15-year-old girl should ideally be revelling in her spectacular achievement of scoring a whopping 98.05% and topping her tenth-grade boards. But oddly enough, along with her marks, it’s something else that garners more attention – her facial hair.
While the trolls are driving themselves giddy by mocking this girl who hasn’t even completed her school yet, the ones who are taking her side are going one step ahead – they are sharing her photoshopped pictures, sans the facial hair, looking nothing less than a celebrity with captions saying – “Prachi Nigam, ten years later”.
Doctors have already diagnosed her with PCOD in their comments, based on photographic evidence. While we have names for people shamed for their weight – body shaming, for their skin colour- racism, for their age- age shaming, for being a female- sexism, this category of shaming where one faces criticism for their appearance has no name. With that, it also has zero shame attached to it.
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