At the end of the day, it’s just Physicality.
Growing up I can still feel the sting of harsh words from others, “you’re too this” or “you’re too that” and as much as we don’t want it to, it affects us so deeply. Whether they think we are ugly, fat, too short, too tall, too chubby, too skinny, too dark, too fair, too hairy to bald.. at the end of the day, does it really matter?
Maybe not to us, but somehow it affects them so?
I’m so over bullying! Tired of seeing kids crying in cars because children at school were so incredibly mean to them, just because they look different. Why are we not able to see the beauty in others? Why are we not able to praise our differences?
Why do we not appreciate the unique qualities in others? We never created ourselves, so are we saying that Our Creator is flawed? Who defines the meaning of perfection? How dare does one feel entitled enough to be the judge of God’s work!
Every single one of us are perfect, and different. And that is what we should want to be. There is such beauty in being different.
I don’t want it to get to us, but those words linger in our minds until we believe them. We become self-conscience of things we never thought of until somebody pointed it out as a flaw, as an imperfection, but according to who does it appear imperfect?
Why is there a need to hurt another person, as though it makes you appear more attractive? If anything, it strips away your beauty.
If you are incapable of showing kindness, how does that make you better than them?
They/ we are merely existing!
We notice those very insecurities, we are facing, in others because that is what we are focussing on.
Imagine focussing on kindness, love, light, goodness? Imagine what we could achieve, imagine what we could see in others? But focussing on things that bring greatness, is too far out of our reach, or so they make it seem. We are so good at showing hate, instead of love.
I cannot say with pure certainty that I am a good person, but at least I try. I try to refocus my mind every time I have a human moment with somebody that is being unkind to me. I want to react when people say things that are mean or downright rude. I want to say something equally as mean to those saying mean things to me. But at least I try my absolute best to show them kindness and forgiveness. I rather say nothing in times when I am hurt, because we say more in anger than we do in kindness. I do not think twice to compliment someone when I like something, I never look at anyone in envy hoping that I have what they have, because I am satisfied with I have been given. I will almost always say something to make somebody feel good, because nothing makes me feel better than genuinely making someone feel better about themselves and it’s completely okay if people are not doing the same for me, but at least keep your insults to yourself.
I try every day, and pray to be a better person. I focus on building others up, rather than tearing them down. I wake every morning hoping that I will pass the tests of the day, testing my patience and my ability to be kind. Some days seem almost impossible because I just don’t understand why we are filled with so much hate, jealousy, envy, greed, nastiness, bitterness, resentment, pride, insecurities, all these negative emotions, why are we so intimidated by others? Why are we so afraid of being different? We are we so stuck on fitting in? We are meant to stand out.
To others, I may not be perfect, I may not be skinny enough, I may not be tall enough or fair enough. But to me? I am not only perfect, but also exactly how God intended for me to look, at this very moment in my life, and every moment that led me to this point. Yes, I can alter my appearance if I commit to changing my life. But that should be something that would make me happier or healthier and also my choice. Not caving in to the pressure of being the perfect shape for others.
At the end of the day, it is just our bodies and our physicality. Our soul is what is important.
We don’t realise how powerful and destructive social media can be, we see thousands of pictures on the internet every day and we are very quick to like a celebrities pictures and people who don’t even know we exist, but when it comes to our family and friends, we don’t want to like it? We show respect for their hustle but for our own people, we have too much pride, or want them to struggle along for recognition? I don’t get it..
With me, when some of my Instagram followers see me in person, they always seem to tell me how much they like my photos and blog content, but they never actually like, comment or support me, online, in any way.
To be honest, I am a firm believer in allowing people to feel what they want to feel, do what they want and to being authentic to yourself. I don’t need a Like as a form of confirmation of my worth. . . but I just don’t understand the discussions people have amongst themselves about me (or others) without the courtesy of mutual support or respect for each other. I’ve had times where people send me my own picture with a little note attached to it, but that was clearly not meant for me to receive. So they are having conversations in the background and discussing these things.
This would not normally bother me, but it gets to a point where it starts affecting our journeys. As a person, I am shy and private. But following my dreams of becoming a successful blogger, it’s slightly difficult to be private or shy.
I choose what I post and what I share with the world, whether on my blog or my social media, but when I see how many people are looking and reading my post in comparison to how many people are engaging, it gets to a point.
People may be talking about everything I am doing, but apart from my immediate family, the amount of support I receive from family and friends is very little to none! Surprisingly enough I do not sit on my social media pages as much as I probably should. Everything is connected and when I share on one, they all update. So I do tend to miss a few updates but I engage as much as I can with my family and friends.
I get to a point where I don’t see the point of really sharing as much as I do with others because I fear that it ignites negative energy instead of the positive energy I aim to put out into the universe.
Blogging to me is a combination of everything I enjoy:
- Fashion – in the sense of making you feel good, because when you look good, you feel good.
I do not agree nor confirm to the separation it brings in society and the superficial idea that it sets one above others.
- Writing – because having a ‘voice’ or a presences that allows others to speak up and realise they are not alone, and that most incredibly, powerful gift.
- Beauty – same principle of having fun and empowering, exploring the different sides of you. But also have a healthy complexion because we know how it affects you, when you don’t feel beautiful.
- Photography – there is so much beauty in the world, and so many beautiful (unique) faces and places out there, capturing a moment in time, forever is a beautiful, sacred thing.
- Travel – the world could be really small, or really big, depends on how you see it. I wish to explore the avenues on my life’s journey.
- Humanitarian – I believe the world could be a better place. I want peace, I want to be one of the hands to help heal the world. Even one person.
- Design – because I want to make things that is created in my mind and not yet real.
- Shine a light – on others, because we are here to build each other and celebrate the joys we find with others
- Lifestyle- because I want to document my life, so that one day I may look back at it, and remember all the things I’ve managed to do with my time.
We each deal with our own trials and we don’t all deal with it the same. Be the light in the darkness for others and remember to show kindness.