Becoming Her

I am worthy. I am enough. These are some positive reinforcements that I do for myself every day. From not sharing my stories because of what people would think, to not being ashamed of my tears, it has been a long journey of self-acceptance and self-love. It doesn’t matter anymore if people assume my tendencies as narcissistic but I’ve joined millions of women who have led the way.

It is not easy to transform, ignore the dishonest comments, and the constant contradictions but I am very grateful to those that gave care so I can blossom, that inner voice that kept my psychological buoyancy, and the repeated signs that my life means a lot mkrr. Some have had it harder than I did. And I hope I can be that for those who need me, exactly like I had those crown jewels that were there in my hours of need.

There were people who I realized were not as well-wishing when I was congratulated for personal mishaps and very recently for not dying of suicide (albeit in bad taste). And how my concern for my elderly mother is often a cheap target of abuse. But in any circumstance, I have become that seed; when people try to bury, I simply flourish. This is true for not just me, but everyone who is fighting battles that are not visible to the naked eye. I just seem to be that dot of survival where some others asseverate positivity.

Since I am writing this to celebrate a certain success of life and existence, I have to stop and impose on you, where I began to where I am today. From a era of body shaming, and wounds to my wisdom, to an epoch of grit, it has been a voyage. Who knows what the destination looks like but this path is nothing less than nirvana. I always wondered why some women like my mother and girl friends epitomize zen despite the mayhem caused to their mind and soul. I hope to be them some day.

How is any woman supposed to overcome gender bias, discrimination or violence when their own are shoving them off course. And how will I stop sounding like a broken record, mostly unforgiving and insanely forgetting about the injustice that perpetuates. When women fail to uplift their own tribe, what are we going to achieve by smashing patriarchy? If we don’t overcome this native intolerance, the path forward is going to be most painful.

I don’t know what it’s like to be anything else. In between all of the opinions and the formidable, there is one thing that matters; “You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.” This is my once. A masterstroke. It is never the same, with ups, downs and sometimes falling on my face. Nevertheless, “I am proud of the woman I am today, because I went through one hell of a time becoming her.” Hope you become too. Everyone deserves a “Becoming Her.”

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