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When a woman is loved only for the kohl of her eyes and the voluptuousness of her hips, is she really being loved for her true self?
I remember how you looked at me that day my hair swaying gracefully dancing to the tunes of my heart treading on what is to be hidden flattering their perfect roundness The song of youth playing silently on my lips trying hard to be understood And the kohl of my eyes waiting to be smeared I know you wanted all of me I saw a compound of love and lust, and praised myself for what I never worked hard to be those eyes, those breasts, those hips that came as genetically as the grey of my eyes just like my grandmother’s grandmother had had I see you again to find your eyes fixated on me I am happy that I am good enough to catch your eye when there must be hundreds like me and millions much better I thank God for being wanted for being desired, for being lusted after And I see a picture again of my grandmother, smiling the adoring gaze of my grandfather grey hair, wrinkled skin blurry vision And look back at you I try to tell myself, I have wanted you more than you ever wanted me that I was just telling myself how lucky a woman I am and then the realization dawns you love something that is just a fraction of my entity a shameful representation of what I am truly capable of being A sad smile plays on my lips You look surprised and probably think that women are never meant to be understood properly But I know now why we were never meant to be.
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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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