I choose to be Me

I choose to be Me

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I’d choose to be me once again-
Not one shade fairer like most suggest;
Not one pound lesser than most these days;
Not one inch taller than the average.

I’d choose to be me once again-
Not one year older or younger- just same;
Not one sibling less, a family of eight;
Not one scar less from childhood charade.

I’d choose to be me once again-
Happy and bubbly, naive as they say;
Loving and living and making mistakes;
Praying and dreaming and writing away.


In response to the daily prompt: New Skin

 

Mama’s words

Mama’s words

And she said to me-
Baby you are beautiful;
Go eat some cake,
You’ll be more beautiful;
Put on some weight,
And embrace this phase.
Ignore the world,
Cause skinny isn’t the way,
For you… anyway

Let the slim be slim
And you be you;
That’s all- you can do

Embrace it, live it
Oh my darling, love it
Life’s what you make it,
It begins with embracing-
You.
Every piece of you.

The Beauty In Life

The Beauty In Life

It is complicated,
this life-
More so than I can comprehend;
The struggles we face,
In this life,
Makes the heart weary.
But yet within this life,
Is beauty,
When we look a little deep;
For the sun doesn’t shine,
For no reason,
A chance for happiness,
every dawn brings.

It can be draining-
This life,
If you let it, in a blink;
But when you fight for it-
This life,
Oh it’s beauty you will see;
For what it wants-
This life,
Is that you know
you are worth living it;
Then the rays of the sun,
Will hit you,
With all of its bounties.

Thanks to Aphrodite Anderson for inspiring me

Day 17: Worries of a Single Lady

Day 17: Worries of a Single Lady

My third year being single. Slowly, it’s beginning to hit me. I thought I had found the one when I met him, I was wrong- again! And now, I honestly don’t think the one exists for me. It’s not that I have been heart broken too many a times- trust me I’ve been too careful for that. But maybe that’s the problem, I was too careful. Anyway, I haven’t even remotely met anyone close to that. And I want to be happy, feel happy when I see people in love. Even if they are wrong for each other or what they are doing is wrong. But it’s getting hard, because it reminds me yet again that I’m alone.

But, well… How does it happen? How do you meet the one? This is something I ponder about. Really, how does it happen? I try to not think about it, but the thought keeps coming at me. And also,

I used to think I was just perfect. And then I thought maybe a few kilos lost wouldn’t hurt. And then it became more than a few kilos. And now, I’m wondering, maybe a few kilos gained back wouldn’t hurt. Life is complicated and the sorry and sad part is, we make it the way it is. Life’s what you make it- and if it’s complicated, I take full responsibility. It is my job to make life work. To make it work for me. To twist and turn things around until I am happy. To push forth, to stand strong, to make sure I leave no stone unturned and this heart of mine is happy. It is my job to make me happy. A job I believe I am failing to do.

Maybe it’s about time, heck, it is about time! I owe it to myself to choose to be happy. And, right now, this moment, I choose. I choose to be happy. It’s my choice to make and I have made it. Nobody said it would be easy anyway, I just have to make it work for me. And well, with happiness everything comes easy.

I choose to get off this tab In a few minutes, soak in the sweet after smell of rain that is blowing through this car window. Relax and absorb the atmosphere for a little while. Go home, pray and be happy. Yeah, I choose to be happy! I’ve made my choice and I will stand by it and see it through.

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Fat- It doesn’t define you

Fat- It doesn’t define you

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I came across this image as I was surfing through Pinterest and I felt, I just had to share it. Everyone has Fat in them, we’d be dead if we didn’t have fat- And that is all there is to the word ‘fat’. A few months ago, I was being told I’ve gotten fat (despite being within a healthy BMI) and now, i’m told I’ve gotten too slim (and I’m still within a healthy BMI).

These experiences have taught me something- to some people, ‘enough’ doesn’t exist. There will always be too fat or too slim; I’m never going to be just right. And you know what, that’s fine by me; I’m not striving to be remembered by my weight. No, I’m striving to be remembered by my words and my work. That is what defines me- my contribution to the world and not just the ‘fat’ in my body.

Image Originally shared by Theberry.com

Note To Self.

Note To Self.

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And so i’ve decided,
To give up this war;
Surrender the battle,
Lay down the gaunt;
Rescue my body,
From blaze of harsh words;
Safeguard the temple,
That was at the end of my sword.

Dear body its over-
I’m done, I was wrong;
You are to be cherished,
And not destroyed;
Maybe it’s not too late
For us to be one;
A mind and a soul-
A body in tone.
Life is too short,
For us to be at war.