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Actual beauty is not what you wear, it’s actually who you are.
“Gosh, how shallow are we if this is really how we think? How shallow am I for nodding in such things at some point in life? “Who the hell cares what I wear as long as it is clean and it fits me properly? No! I am wrong. So-called people do care. They love passing ” unwanted opinions” and try to be the good advisers. Huh. Because the society we live in actually thinks that from where we buy our clothes define us, from how much money we spend on fashion and what suits us or not… Simple…
There are people who cannot afford such luxuries. There are people who wear unbranded clothes because who knows, they have more important things to spend their money on? What about those who buy items from the local bazaars? Aren’t the worthy? If things that cover me gives you a reason to judge, then for sure there is an issue going in your head which we really need to address.
If I was covered in tattoos, then would I be on the list of a ‘bad person’? No. If I don’t cover my head then “a cheap girl” is what I should be labeled as? No. And if I choose to cover my head, then maybe made fun of? No. If my hair was colorful, would I be a punk? No. If I don’t shop for famous brands, does that make me cheap or sleazy? No. A great line quoted “we should not judge a book by its cover” but we do! We often assume that the status of a person lies under the clothes they are covered with.
No one cares about what I like…
I like long shirts and folded sleeves. I like my hair flying up in the air. My goals for the evening is to dress up in ripped jeans with a black branded shirt with my favorite wedges.
I like working in my pajamas with a hot cup of tea; spelling comfort. I like walking on the beach with little water tapping my feets and that throbbing “tck tck” of my sandals.
There are 365 days in a year same as I have 365 moods of fashion. There are days when I love putting skinny jeans with girlish floral shirts and there are days when I love cycling on the streets with a messy bun wearing my brother’s nightshirt.
So, here’s the thing, whatever I wear, I look beautiful throughout because I am beautiful not what I choose to wear or else how my face looks like but it’s all about feeling beautiful from deep within.
What makes one person better than the next?
Nothing. My answer is that there is nothing which makes you better than me and there is nothing which makes me better than you. Because we all are beautiful in our own way. There is no comparison. We all are somewhere in the middle of talents, attributes, flaws, and qualities that make us different and unique. It’s just the right mix to keep everyone in balance.
If you start from the fellow sitting next to you and simply start judging her, ” What is she wearing, how could she wear that? It’s so cheap and ugly full of silver diamonds, Ughh! I am not liking it at all, look” Usney kya pehna hai tch, asey kon dress up hota hai? Hadh hai!”
Waqai hadh hai!
Eww! Please evaluate yourself and your insecurities, stop forcing your thoughts on someone.
Start to have good thoughts for a woman. I promise you, one exists somewhere. That nasty thought, choose to think with positivity and toss your cattiness out the door because it defines you far more than that. We all are queens of our own castles, the beauty of our own heart, the charm of someone’s life. And through all this, I’ve learned that no matter what you decide to wear, let no one define you by your appearance.
Be that hot red lipstick, be like that candle which burns to shine up the entire room. You have to have a clear mindset that your presence alone will lift the spirits of everyone you walk into. Just kick all the sh*t away and love what you like because…
