"accept yourself as you were designed." - Rupi Kaur
For the first month I was so overwhelmed by this quote of her that whenever I stood by the mirror I was no longer lowering my head trying my best to avoid my reflection but instead I did love the whole of my being. Even the dark words I used to describe myself were altered to flowery phrases.
My black hair was as stunning as thorny roses,
My small narrowed eyes were as intimidating as a sharp death glare,
My round-shaped face was as attractive as a diamond,
My oversized body figure was as huge as my pride;
My whole ordinary being was as special as an anticipated prize.
The rising peak of my confidence even managed to make me taking pictures of myself from every corner up and down, that I nearly diagnosed myself to be obsessed with myself, that I casted a spell on me. And I started to do things that I never did; all in the name of loving my image.
But then, months later the same 'disease of hatred' haunted and daunted me again, that I no longer perceived myself as beautiful. I tried using special camera apps to apply stickers and filters on my pictures. I spent days and nights trying to look like who I want to be.
But I just realised that I am obsessed of trying to be who I will never be.
-Apparently Rupi Kaur is a beautiful woman, I was convinced of self esteem and confidence whenever I read her poetry, thinking that she is on the same track as mine.
But then we both are different, how she is a queen but I am just a peasant-
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Note: This chapter does not mean to offend anyone, especially Rupi Kaur. In fact, I am in love with her poetry and I read her book each time I need a healing
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