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Now that I have negotiated an agreement with this dream, I am sure that this is the last time we meet each other.
“Perseverance, resilience, patience, endurance, forgiveness, compassion, kindness….”, the list of endless, and frankly speaking I’m tired of listening to these words. I’m tired of reading and hearing how to imbibe and practise these qualities for the greater good.
No, I don’t want to be strong, resilient, patient, forgiving anymore! I’ve had my share of being good, it’s high time I want to be myself, live my life on my terms.
Yes, I’m vulnerable, I’m emotional, I’m imperfect and that’s the way I want to be.
I’m done shouldering all the responsibilities all alone, being nice for the heck of it, staying strong though I’m broken inside. But guess what dear 2022 all this isn’t happening anymore.
I’m stepping into this year with a resolution to live my life on my terms. I’m done pleasing and impressing others. Time to please and impress me.
“Wake up Heena… it’s almost 9.30. The first day of the year and you’re still in bed… hope you’re feeling okay,” my worried husband thought it’s better to figure out why am I still fast asleep.
“Oh… I overslept! I’m fine, don’t worry,” I assured him. “What a dream!” I thought to myself, hurriedly tying my hair in a bun I headed straight to the kitchen.
This has been a recurring dream for the last couple of years, especially just around the new year. I’m in full spirit to realise this dream for the first few days of the year, but before I know it, it soon fizzles out in the daily humdrum.
Then again, if I give it a thought, I wouldn’t be the person I am today if not for the way things were as they were. These challenging situations brought out the best in me. I guess it’s time to stop the self-pity and victoriously celebrate the real ‘ME’.
Dear readers, This article sums up the fact that I’ve made peace with my expectations, I’m going to be just ME.
What about you? Do leave your thoughts in the comments section. Wish you all a blessed 2022.
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Mother to a bubbly teenager and a student of psychology, Heena is also a travel enthusiast. She loves to observe the happenings around her and weave them into beautiful stories. A writer with a passion read more...
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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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