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A Note to Self

”You are free the moment you decide to be yourself. It is when you decide to be unruffled by their prejudices and don’t let them come your way; when you stand in the light of your own halo and understand that their opinions only belittle them, not you. Freedom is when you get comfortable in your own skin; when you stop modifying yourself to gain their acceptance, and when you understand that people use detrimental attitudes to boost their crippled self-esteem. And so my dear self, stop trying to fit in. Let not the fangs of their opinions bury your true character. You are only losing yourself during this process and affecting your inner peace. Stop doubting the reservoirs of your potential because of their unavailing comments.

You don’t have to be perfect. You don’t have to make everyone happy.

Sure, you are strongly fenced by your insecurities today and that is probably the reason why you have camouflaged yourself under the skin that is desired by them, not you. The insecurities aren’t likely to dematerialize overnight. You have to maintain perseverance and slowly start weakening them. Ask yourself questions young warrior and let the healing process begin. Keep in mind that nobody knows your struggles better than you, and be willing to change your mind. Come at peace with your own self and deal with your insecurities. 

Stay true to your moral sense, and be your own version of beautiful.

Remember how hard you fought last night putting yourself to questions and cried yourself to sleep? Yet, you won’t ever treat them badly for the pure soul that you are. There will be a lot of people loving you, to whom your shape, size, color or that scar won’t matter, because they love you. Give yourself the love that you yearn for, and be what you want to be because they are going to judge you anyway. Don’t give up on that piece of cake because you don’t want them to call your thighs big; don’t go in for those cosmetics because you don’t want them to call you ugly, rather do it for your own self, do it if it makes you fulfilled. Love and respect yourself unconditionally without any labels.

You are unique, your flaws and virtues have intertwined to create you, and that to me is artistry. 

There are winners, losers and the leftovers. Everyone takes part in the race except the leftovers; they are the fag ends, the ones who judge others because they are the weakest. So stop living a life that follows the ideal notions of these leftovers. Convince yourself of who you truly are and trust me, you would then be less swayed by anything else. Let not the narrow minds blot the beauty you are, and let not the word ‘beauty’ get confined to a periphery; for beauty is simple, beauty is happiness, beauty is free and real, it is all the moments that you feel alive in most, it is the most sacred part of yourself. 

Always stay soft, it looks beautiful on you.”

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