Day 6 - A fresh start

 I was always so adamant to live life on my terms, 

A feeling instilled in me by overly opinionated people, 

Who decided they knew what was 'best' for me. 

I was always too fat to wear clothes I liked, 

I was always too silly to be taken seriously, 

I was always too dark-skinned to wear the colours I wanted, 

I was always too much but never quite enough. 

Once I saw my Amma sneaking in saffron in my drinks

Because I wasn't fair like my siblings, I was thirteen. 

When she stopped doing it, I asked her to add it 

To my drinks because I wanted to be fair, I was fifteen. 

It pains me to realize that I knew how 

I embarked on a journey of rage and hatred for oneself. 

So I started again, took back control. 

I decided I looked amazing in clothes I wanted to wear, 

I have fun being silly but turn wild when I fight for what I believe, 

I wear the colours I want and I love that I am too much. 

A fresh start is a feeling of being recognized

By yourself and the life that awaits you. 

It's okay to fail again and again as long as you promise

To find a path that can only be unraveled by you. 

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