BEAUTIFUL IS NOT A SIZE

Oye moti! “wo dekho behns arhie hai”!! Tum pool main jatihogi gi tou sara paani bhar ajat hoga”!! “Motay logo say koi shadi nhi karta”! Growing up as a chubby kid I had the opportunity to hear all these amazing ( sarcasm intended) phrases by the people around me not just the outsiders but also from my own family members. Imagine being one of those who shatters all the confidence of a 12year old by humiliating her in front of the entire family? Imagine comparing a 15-year-old with her cousins and telling her how being skinny was beautiful. Imagine telling a 17year how embarrassing it was that she had a crush on a very good looking guy who was out of her league. Imagine telling a 19 years old that nobody will marry you because you are FAT!!! Most of us are potential victims of ‘body shaming’. The vast majority of us are possible casualties of 'body disgracing'. We invest our energy lost in self-basic musings, disdaining our bodies and contrasting ourselves negatively with others. Presently let me explain. I've been plump since the time I turned 5 years of age. Mostly hereditary qualities and incompletely in light of the fact that I am not honored with a quick digestion. It didn't make a difference that I was multi-skilled. It didn't make a difference that I was thoughtful and generous. All that made a difference was that I was fat... Hi grown-up life—you sure are brutal! The way that I was informed that I was not beautiful on the grounds that I was chubby pulverized my confidence. Whatever I use to wear I used to contrast myself with the same cousins with whom I was compared to in my childhood. Teenage was a horrible time for me. I needed to look great, to be "cool", to be well known yet my uncertainties slaughtered me.

Taking cover behind my friends in group pictures, taking selfies was a thing and not spending time with friends with "Perfect bodies" since that made me question my self-esteem. The disgrace of being chubby tormented me for quite a bit of my life. It made me powerless. Open to emotional abuse of a certain kind that only fat people are aware of. It made me uncertain. It made me insecure. It made me try too hard to impress. It made me feel like a failure. It made me feel unloved and empty. It took me an entire year to understand that you don't need to be thin to be BEAUTIFUL in light of the fact that beauty is the size of your HEART not the size of your JEANS. It doesn't make a difference what size or shape you are. Vaudeville is tied in with feeling positive about what your identity is, tied in with realizing how to shake what you have and being glad for it.

I see many individuals confronting body disgracing around me!!! This isn't the world we need to live in, right? One where individuals are more worried about what they look like than what they can accomplish so as to feel significant, adored, and fruitful? Young ladies shouldn't be stressed over what they look like, they ought to be centered around what their individual blessings are. Individuals are intended to appear to be unique. Excellence isn't everybody having similar highlights, however, everybody having their own one of a kind looks, contemplations, and lives. It would be ideal if you for the good of heaven, stop body disgracing your little girls or granddaughters or nieces or neighbors. Youth uncertainties travel path past adolescence. They influence each component of our lives, particularly in the event that they cause us to feel unwanted. No young lady must need to believe that she is unlovable on account of a hereditary attribute she has little command over. Disclose to her how shrewd she is, the means by which solid she is, and how much chance the world holds for her. That she needn't bother with a man to approve her reality. That she is a person in her own right. That it's alright to eat cake when she feels like it on the grounds that at long last EVERY SIZE IS BEAUTIFUL.