DARK IS BEAUTIFUL!

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Several activists have mentioned about the problems faced by a dark tone girl/women during their lifetime and have mentioned about how this is one of the many selection criteria people have in their lists whether it is personal or professional.

This starts when a child is young and strangely the people who poke her first are the ones within her own family. Our own family starts to compare the skin tone of  siblings with that of her’s and sometimes these comparisons are so intense that the tender little child heart breaks into  tears, resulting in a major setback in her confidence thereby leading to depression and a fear to face the world!

And this is not the end. We see several advertisements on how to make your skin tone even. But let me remind you…. the promises made to even out one’s skin tone sometimes turns into regret stories—— “It’s not transformation, it’s deformation”

I fail to understand the need for all these transformations/deformations??? We have been created like that— we were never given a choice if we wanted a light skin tone or a dark, for being skinny or being bulky, to have sharp features or normal one.

 

The grass always seems greener on the other side. So the only thing that will keep you strong,in and out, is appreciating your uniqueness and and a sense of acceptance and celebrations towards your existence in the remarkable self that you are!

You are beautiful!

You are absolutely Stunning!!!

#darkisbeautiful #womenhood #everybodyisbeautiful

PS: Thank you for the read. Your advice and suggestions are always welcome.

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Even if it’s not perfect, it makes me complete !

Another sketching tried

#sketchedbyme

I Twirl, I dream

I Move, I sway

Even if this not perfect, it makes me complete!

I love, I live

I jump, I dart

Still it’s not perfect, But I am free to be Me!!

#sketchers #pencilsketch #graphite #dancer #indianclassical

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Mysterious Eyes

Happy Friday!

After ages I tried something that I always had interest in- Sketching! Please do review and give your suggestions.

#sketch #sketchedbyme #beginner

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She lost herself in the trees,

among the ever-changing leaves.🍁

She wept the wild sky,

as stars told stories of the ancient times.

The flowers grew towards her light,

The river called her name at night.

She could not live an ordinary life,

With the mysteries of the Universe hidden in her eyes!!

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*The shit got Real!!!*…..Poem

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There is always a time when you are happy in your little fairy world and do not even dream of nightmares. This one is about one of those nightmares getting real. The shit getting real.

I tried weaving my words into a poem this time. Do give your feedback. 🙂

*The Shit Got Real!!!*

When she stepped out of home,

Making up mind on her own,

That I would stop being in my comfort zone, The shit got real.

 

A new life that she had just entered,

Zero clues of for what she was being registered,

With all the feelings right up there peppered, The shit got real.

 

First drop of rain touched her face

The thrill of freedom she started to embrace,

Laughing and dancing and jumping in joy, unaware of the reality yet to unlace, The shit got real.

 

In her journey of all these years,

All that she lost was her fears,

Just when she thought she could chill and have a couple of beers, The shit got real.

 

Boom: she witnessed another new step in her career,

And came again the time to leave behind all her dears,

Earned friendships and memories, made her burst into tears And that’s precisely when , the shit got real.

 

New place, new people, new life,

Working, eating, sleeping, everything for someone else became a strife,

Alas! She couldn’t even stab herself with a knife, And that’s when she realized, the shit was real.

 

She could see her dreams getting shattered in front of her eyes,

When the love she craved for was just forced and that forced sex was her prize,

Instead of skies with the stars that she’d dreamed of, there were only night full of cries,

She went back to her mains to tell them that the shit was real.

 

Her parents said that they didn’t raise a quitter,

She fought and fought until it got bitter,

Thrown out of job and house, did shake her glitter, And the shit was real.

 

The wounds were still fresh and sore,

But that did not stop her anymore,

Fighting her way back with that loud roar.

The shit remains real.

 

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The Selfless Originator

Best Sketches Of Mothers Love Bond Between Mother And Child | Sketches And Paintings

Hi People! Since this is my first post, I wrote something about a person who introduced me to this world of Humans…”Maa”

Her ailing, shaken hands holding few slices of bread could not decide as to whom she should feed first, her 5 year old daughter or the unborn, as her little 5 year old came to her and said, “My stomach aches Maa”—She knew it was hunger which gave her daughter a stomach ache. But the dilemma of the situation was sorted when the slices of breads were divided among-st both her kids.

Nothing can be compared to the selfless love that a mother has for her kids.

Unlike the other daughters of the world, who claim themselves to be- “Papa Ki Pari”, I have been my mummy’s forever favorite. She has always been protective for me as any other mother of the world would have been. With each thoughtful thing that she did for me, she made me wonder as to what could be the reason for her being so watchful all the time and honestly, I felt bad at times.

Time passed and I was about to step into a completely new phase of my life -College. Just the thought of moving away from my family brought tears in my eyes. Several thoughts started to haunt me at nights. “How will I survive in between a set of completely unknown faces?”, “I cannot even cross a road by my-self, how am I going to walk on a new path?” But the night before I was supposed to leave, I got answers to all my meaningless queries. Curiously, I asked my mum if she trusted me and was sure that I will be able to make through.

Innocently, she smiled. She tapped on my shoulder and said, “I think you have learnt all that you were supposed to and you are mature enough to decide what is good for you and what is not. If I was keeping a check on you all this while, it never meant that I didn’t trust you. I just wanted to make sure that you are on the right path and I believe, its time now for me to take a step back and for you to take a step forward and learn to fight battles with all that I’ve taught you.”

Itʼs been 7 years since then. I have been living independently, hundreds of kilometers away from her. But no matter what season or time I decide to go home, I always find a beautiful smile standing on the gate, super-excited to hug me and teary eyes whenever I’m supposed to leave.

Maybe there are words in this world that would express this bond well but I don’t think I’m quite aware about them.

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