For Bitter or For Worse

Have you grown up hearing things like ‘Don’t sit on the bench, it’ll break’ , ‘Can people see you in the dark?’ , ‘You will be blown away by the wind’ , ‘You can go even in the kid’s rides’ , ‘You can easily scare the children’ and many such other statement? Have you experienced those stares, those second looks, those ‘Look at her’ laughs?

Isn’t it demeaning? Doesn’t it make you furious? But most importantly, isn’t it UNFAIR? Why do we have to put up with other people’s shit? Why should we try to change ourselves? WHY SHOULD WE LIVE TO BE THIS PERFECT PERSON?

Who is this “Perfect Person” anyway? A tall, fair, beautiful, apple-bodied lady? A tall, handsome, gymmed-up man? And we are just too imperfect, aren’t we? You are too short, you are too tall, you are too thin, you are too fat, you are too dark. And who exactly defines this ‘too’? Who is it that is so perfect in this world, who has the right to laugh at others? Who has the right to pin point wrongs in people?

And this perfection, we even seek in love. But we fail to understand that it isn’t the person we love that needs to be perfect, it’s our LOVE that needs to be.

If I don’t want to diet, if I don’t wanna do pull-ups, if I don’t wanna eat bananas and hit the gym, if I don’t wanna wear make-up and look pretty? What if I am too comfortable in my skin? Am I too imperfect for this oh-so-perfect society? Stop giving people advice on how to be perfect. They don’t give a damn.

It’s my life and I am the only person who’s gonna decide how to live it.

Even I can look down upon you and say that you aren’t even worth my company, your standard is just too low, or you come from a shitty background. But I don’t. Cause that’s not what my mum taught me. But you know what, even the largest of pots can hold only a certain amount of water. At some point in time, the water will spill. Someday, I will give it back to you. And that day you would have succeeded in making me exactly like you.

Don’t make me bitter. Just let me live.