Yesterday in college, we watched a dove campaign which showed little girls talking about beauty.
They were criticising so many things about their own selves.
Is this the world we really want to build for these kids?
A world where they are always striving to look like Cinderella.
Why are we obsessed with beauty?
When I was in school, I myself had so many insecurities. I felt I was the least pretty girl and that really shook my confidence.
Now that I'm older, I realize how silly that notion was. I'm my own kind of beautiful and I'm proud of myself.
We need to teach our little girls that beauty has no single definition.
It not a single colour or single waist size or a single height.
It's not about one type of skin texture or a few accepted hairstyles.
Beauty is so much like art.
There are all kinds of art, there is beauty in every single thing.
A little girl with low self-esteem will grow up to become a woman who settles for things.
The only thing I ask from everyone is to stop judging people for their looks, and more importantly, stop being so harsh on yourself.
If we want to create a better world for all of us, especially these little girls who battle insecurities from a very early age, we must be the change.
Let's be beautiful in our own way and let's embrace all kinds of beauty.
Womanhood isn't about being the best by putting others down.
It's about rising and taking ten other women with you.
So are you.
So is every single person on this planet. .
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Woke up early,
Because it was my last day at office.
Started the day with a cup of laate ,
And with mixed emotions, I headed to office slowly.
Just like another day,
The road was crowded,
Honking and braking,
I paved my way.
Nothing much changed over the weekends,
Monday blues were haunting,
And everyone was hustling with reports and meetings.
Still the heart goes back to the day spent with families and friends. I was waiting for my letter,
And there she came wearing her prettiest smile,
With a pen holding her hair knot,
Oh my God! I lost my mind looking at her. Where were you all these days,
With a single encounter my heart skipped a beat.
I wonder what would've happened,
If we crossed each other every single day. ~Kunal_Shivam