Dear Char Log ,
Hey ! Do you know what I found? Your nose!! It was in my business again ! Why don't you just keep your nose with yourself and not poke in places where they aren't needed or welcomed !
If you're wondering what it has to deal with you, you might not after reading this.
Okay let's start with weight ! Why are you so obsessed with my weight? Lot of topics exists in this world to talk about. Why do you need to talk about me and my weight? Stop giving me advices on how to stay fit and look beautiful so as to get a good husband. You are the reason why many girls have developed anorexia nervosa.
You don’t need to tell me about the consequences that come with eating disorders. You don’t need to tell me about the damage it does to our sanity. You don’t need to tell me about the damage being underweight and malnourished does to our organ systems. You don’t need to tell me about the damage being underweight and malnourished does to our bones. It is my body and I can understand what is good for me and my body.
Why has “different” become intolerant to your eyes? What is wrong if a man sits at home and a woman works? Or what is wrong when a male is wearing a pink shirt? Pink colour isn’t a copyright of females! You look out for a man who earns 7 digit salaries for your daughter and even don’t care to see how he treats her. What’s wrong with you? Is money the only factor important in life ?
Let us accept the fact that we are all unique and different in our own ways, yet we are all still human, too. It is unfair to treat someone differently based on his or her race, gender, or body weight. What does all of that matter, anyway?
Come back when you have response! -Simran Munot (@simran.penwomen)
Please follow @17shadesoflight for some amazing photography. This picture in particular, is picturesque.
Crooked legs, worn out feet, he scurried towards the shore.
The evening had blurred the line between sky and the ocean.
The shimmering in the distance, of shore bound ships hardly caught his attention today.
"Baba", he whispered, hoping the wind would carry his words beyond the horizon.
His father never returned that evening.
His boat, freshly painted with red, was found abandoned in the middle of the sea.
The young boy, called out for his father, sometimes running along the shore, as if by a miracle his baba would appear,
rowing his tiny boat, a net full of fish,
his face glowing in the ethereal light,
an embodiment of faith and hope.
Baba's boat lies somewhere beneath the coconut tree, hidden from time.
The paint has worn out, a shy maroon.
Some say that you can hear the laughter of father and son if you go closer,
this boat by the shore, cold and old. -Satwik Mishra.
Greenflower’s going to Interlochen’s Summer Novel Writing Camp! I didn’t expect an email to come until March, but it came early!
It took me a few minutes to realize this was an acceptance email. It’s like a dream come true!
This is a big opportunity for me, especially since Interlochen is one of the biggest art schools in America.
Painting by @workspace_22 . Please follow her for more.
In the cracks and crevices, we dig for lost love,
that slipped our fingers, so fragile.
The words between us, often floated aimlessly in an abyss, finding no escape.
Your lips, a shade of blood red,
that would fade to dull pink,
your hair, often unkept.
On some days, I would stare blankly,
at that eagle tattoo on your back,
as if it were blaming me for the wreckage.
We'd sometimes make love and emptiness would strangle me with its claws, afterwards.
We were broken after all, like bottles,
wandering in an ocean, waiting for someone to pick us up and read the message inside.
A message we never spoke of,
unless we were drunk and our lips couldn't carry the weight of unspoken words. -Satwik Mishra. #writerblog#writerswrite#poetry#writing#poem#poetsofinstagram#wordporn#art#writersofig#poems#writers#poetryisnotdead#painting
She embarrassed herself once again because she was labeled different in the society that she lived in. Rushing through the streets, people staring at her, face buried in her hands and head bowed down as if she was wearing a mask of hands over her face with honey brown eyes wide open. Her life being different from others gave her an excruciating pain.
Trying to catch her breath, she heard a woman screaming in shock, “Somebody please help me.” She looked back and ran towards the seven-storey building. Balancing the forces from her hands, she saved a child from falling down the building. Suddenly the screaming crowd went silent. She walked away with her hands tugged into the wild pockets of her jacket.
_______ “I’m sorry your highness”, she apologized with a soft tone to the mayoress that she crashed into. “Are you blinded by the sun, you Alien!”, the mayoress snapped at her. “Keep your hands inside your pockets and watch where you walk”, disgusted by the sight of the girls hands.
The kid ran towards the mayoress with an exchange of a long hug. End Scene.
Moral of the scene: “And God said: ‘O Mankind! Be dutiful to your Lord, Who created you from a single person (Adam) and from Him (Adam) He created his wife (Eve), and from them both He created many men and women.’” (Quran 4:1)
A burden? A problem? A curse?
I am not what the society considers me. I need to fight and prove it to myself that if the society thinks that I am one of the above mentioned, then I am special.
I am born to stand out!
Definition: To accept something as true; feel sure of the truth of
Synonyms: Convinced, Trust, Have Confidence In...
Sis, you gotta B E L I E V E in yourself! You've got to think this way about everything God called you to do and be! Once you believe it, you're in position to receive it ✌
Hi, I'm Rena, and I used to be a chronic doubter ⬇️
I used to doubt everything! From what type of outfit I had on, to who I was friends with, to how people thought my voice sounded...and on and on and on! I was so caught up in other people's pretend opinion about me that I always doubted if I would be accepted if I was really just being myself.
After so long, that doubt or uncertainty I had about most things I decided to do, ate away at my confidence. I doubted myself so much that I'd become kinda scared to get out and do what I loved and what I knew I was good at.
But one day, I had an epiphany. I said you know what, who cares what they think! I was tired of being all cooped up and scared to be myself! that's the year that I decided to BELIEVE in myself! BELIEVE in who I was and LOVE the way God made me! I gave myself a pep talk like, "Girl, be unapologetic with it too!"
And that's the one of the best things I've ever done. Now, Ive got my head held high with my crown on, strutting and flipping my hair lol. But I want you to do the same thing! stop being so self conscious and give yourself a pep talk! You're already amazing! all you've got to do is believe it 💯
It's Sunday ❤ Nugget Time⬇️
If it's not NOW, its not real!
So, I need about 30 nuggets to describe today's message but this is one that opened my eyes today. The faith that we walk by is always NOW. I have to believe that I receive WHEN I pray. Not tomorrow & Not what I believed for yesterday. The only thing that's REAL when you're really living by faith is the NOW. So, I've gotta stop hoping for things to come in the future and basing my expectation on what's happened in the past. I'm staying in faith by believing I receive everything God has for me right now!
When you're really living by faith you have the mind that overrides time and distance b/c those things don't exist in the spirit. I can reach in by faith and grab my stuff now because the supernatural power of God supersedes my natural abilities and limitations.
Listen, you've gotta hear it from today's message. You can watch the replay on Periscope & FB @virtuous_tl 🤗
You say I am drunk?
Was it necessary for you to repudiate when I was screaming for help?
When you said that you will always be there and when you were asked to prove,
You indeed proved you are a runner, a typical cold fish.
When I was yelling for love and justice, who showed me the true colours,
I wasn't able to digest the fact that people still choose biological bonds over right things.
You brother did something which was illicit!!
He was your brother , Yes he was!
Inappropriately he grooved his fingers on my skin, without my permission he smacked my lips.
Without me even feeling orgasm he forced me to be freaky.
When I denied you can see these deep cuts on my body and slender layer of blood shouting out in anger about the pain this skin felt and pushed this blood out.
I am drunk?
These blood is boiling in exasperation and you can't even take my stand atleast hold my hand while I am seeking justice.
I was loyal to you , see what you are doing!
Ain't you hearing?
How arrogant are you behaving?
Your wife is raped!
If you don't listen to me now,
later your daughter is going to be the victim of this devil creature, and I would not blame him cause you are the culprit now, you should stand for us you are our shade.
And I am drunk?
The tornado of malevolent is taking out the shit of responsibility from your head.
All I could ask is respect, I totally don't give a damn to reputation.
I ask for justice , I don't care about opinions.
I ask for shade for my only child, I don't care about any other things not even finance.
Just let me shout.
Leave me ,leave my hand, hey You!
Liar , didn't you tell I would stand for you.
You are just same as your brother!
Why are you hitting me now?
Is it making you MAN?
You both belong to same blood, don't you?