Fairy dust for happiness

"You are not worth it"

"You are a loser"

"I hate you"

Hearing to all these allegations I crumble, like a dried up leaf. But even then, people don't shut up. They stomp on me, crushing me  like dust.

With my heart drenched with self hate, I glance at the mirror. Scrutinizing myself under the microscope. I pick up every small detail on my appearance. How the cicatrix on my cheek violates my face. How the mole on my neck disarrays its slenderness.

But then something sparks. A sense of intelligence and humbleness in my eyes. A sense of confidence in my smile.

And then I realize that,

People never noticed the beauty in my eyes or the assertiveness in my personality as much as they loathed my hairstyle or my skin color.

They judged my scars rather than my embellishments.

My past made me who I am.

These imperfections are the proof, that I have overcome the harsh realities of this world in order to grow into this strong women. And no one can take that away from me.

And just like that, I smile.I laugh.

And more importantly I start loving myself again.

❤❤