We live in a world OBSESSED with perfection. If your gums show when you smile, or your face is marked by pimples or blackheads and you are of a dusky complexion-you won’t be considered beautiful. This silly view has fed little insecurities and made them jumbo sized up to the point where they begin to engulf a person’s life. The inner beauty concept is great but only appreciated by the confident of us. What about the rest? When we walk on the streets, it’s not inner beauty that makes us appreciate a stranger after all, is it? But does it matter? You want a stranger to ‘check you out’ and like you for your pretty face or you want someone who has known you for a while and loves you with all your imperfections.
I’m not a hypocrite, I use creams, foundation, kaajal etc just like everyone. Truth be told, I feel a whole lot more confident when my hair stays on rare occasions. But I learnt long ago that even if my hair makes me look like the bride of Frankenstein it’s not going to diminish my self esteem in any way. I spent most of my childhood trying to be someone I wasn’t. I linked my worth to appearance and it wasn’t pretty. I hated my oily skin, my small breasts, my extremely skinny body, my giant feet-the list was endless. I still have all these features but it’s not what controls me. Sure there are days I want to bury myself when I see a huge pimple on my nose making me look like Rudolf but most days I love myself for who I am and I guess that’s a good start. Don’t get sucked in these mindless games. You don’t need to look great to feel so.