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When I was young I camouflaged my core, and now the make up hides the imperfect me.
To hide the uneven tone of my complexion I used foundation a little lighter than my skin,
To hide the whites in my hair I used brown streaks,
To hide my darkened
lips,
I used lipstick,
To make the rings on my wrinkled hand glitter
I use nail polish,
And when I wear a sleeveless blouse I use a bleach on my arms,
I cover my arms with glitter when I have to go partying ,
I wear kohl for my eyes to make them look expressive,
I wear gloss to make my mouth look dewy,
And I wear an exotic perfume to hide the smell of a woman.
I am just camouflaging me.
I have always camouflaged me.
When I was young I camouflaged my core
And now the make up hides the imperfect me.
The trees are bare, the stars have disappeared, the moon hid itself embarrassed because it was cut to size
I too scrubbed clean, the whites of hair showing, the slight tremble of my hands noticeable, the pigment on my hands darker as I faced the world .
And then the stars shone, the trees dressed themselves in various hues of green,
I too wore my brightest lipstick and darkened my eyes with the blackest kohl. My rouged cheeks could put any apple to shame. I wasn’t camouflaging, I was just in sync with nature.
I danced in abandon as the trees swayed, the stars winked and the moon shone proudly in the deep blue sky.
The sea waves crashed trying to woo the moon.
I was part of them as they of me.
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I wanted to scream with excitement that my daughter chose to write about her ambition and aspirations over everything else first. To me, this was one of those parenting 'win' moments.
My daughter turned eight years old in January, and among the various gifts she received from friends and family was an absolutely beautiful personal journal for self-growth. A few days ago, she was exploring the pages when she found a section for writing a letter to her future self. She found this intriguing and began jotting down her thoughts animatedly.
My curiosity piqued and she could sense it immediately. She assured me that she would show me the letter soon, and lo behold, she kept her word.
I glanced at her words, expecting to see a mention of her parents in the first sentence. But, to my utter delight, the first thing she had written about was her AMBITION. Yes, the caps here are intentional because I want to scream with excitement that my daughter chose to write about her ambition and aspirations over everything else first. To me, this was one of those parenting ‘win’ moments.
Uorfi Javed has been making waves through social media, and is often the target of trolls. So who and what exactly is this intriguing young woman?
Uorfi Javed (no relation to Javed Akhtar) is a name that crops up in my news feeds every now and again. It is usually because she got trolled for being in some or other ‘daring’ outfit and then posting those images on social media. If I were asked, I would not be able to name a single other reason why she is famous. I am told that she is an actor but I would have no frankly no clue about her body of work (pun wholly unintended).
So is Urfi Javed (or Uorfi Javed as she prefers) famous only for being famous? How does she impact the cause of feminism by permitting herself to be objectified, trolled, reviled?
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