Imperfection : story of an imperfect girl. part-1
I heard somewhere, maybe in a movie that, "Reality is rather disappointing" or something like that, indeed it is. Do you think that I'm being unreasonable, and blabbering nonsense? But in my opinion, I'm not. Don't read this if it makes you feel boring. I'm just writing it because I wanted to share it with more people, spacialy with the people who are perfectionists. Everyone has a different way of thinking, a different point of view. I'm not someone special, I'm just a normal human being as all of you are. In fact, I have a lot of flaws in my personal life. I'm just an average first year college student, trying my best to live a normal and happy life. But from what I learnt in my life so far, living a normal life isn't very easy. I have dark complexion, I used to get bullied because of that, back in high school. I still get mocked by others for having dark complexion. Having dark complexion might not be an issue in the modern world, but no matter how modern we become day by day, there are always some perfectionists who will mock you for not being perfect. They don't even think about the affect they put on the imperfect people. My classmates used to say, "Why do you have a dark complexion? You would have been beautiful, only if you had fair complexion. Tsk! You have a dark complexion, stay away from me! You are so black! You don't look pretty only for your dark complexion, you should use something to be fairer. This way you can attract boys." I don't know what they wanted to state by saying these words.. but these words were a bitter pill to swallow for me. This might sound weird, but I used to cry a lot because of having dark complexion, because I used to get bullied every time I stepped out from my house. No one knows, I felt like killing myself, at some point.. But with the help of the almighty Allah, I'm still alive and stronger than before. All these bullies and bitter words can't effect me anymore, because I'm strong enough to cope with them. I love the way I am. I don't hate my dark complexion anymore. Because no matter how ugly I am, I am a precious treasure to my family, and the people's who loves me unconditionally. I don't feel like dying anymore. I'm enough for myself. Because these perfectionists can only mock me, but they can't change the fact that I have dark complexion. Obviously there's many ways to have fair complexion easily these days, but I don't want to change myself for others. I want to be loved by others without changing myself, am I asking for too much? I don't hate myself anymore. Because someone told me, "You are the better version of you." I don't know if that person is reading this or not, but thanks for everything to her. You know that I'm taking about you right, yr?
[This is only a little part of an imperfect girl's life story, which she's been hiding from everyone.]
🌠Thanks for reading 🌠
Written by "Eyran."
