Step Into My Shoes..

Imagine you are trapped inside a mobile cylindrical glass chamber. Everyone is. That is the norm. The only form of communication is gestures. While most people you know and interact with reside within a clear sort of glass container, the container that you grew up inside is a little cloudy; so much so that one can't see the inside very properly. Everyday, every time you have to interact with someone, they have a problem understanding you because they can't really make out your body movements. It's frustrating to say the least. It is not your fault that you arrived in a murky container. It's quite unfortunate that people must make fun of how abnormal your gestures come out across to them. It becomes so disheartening that you start communicating lesser and lesser until one day you just stop trying to reach out. You and your dirty container. That is the struggle of having speech impediment. As a child I more or less grew up with this condition. I don't have

When it comes to being stuck at a dilemma, no one is more of an expert than I am. If you have found yourself in such situations time and again and are looking for a way out, I am afraid, you have come to the wrong place. I give no answers or solutions, just an aggressive nod of a head at how relatable your predicament is to me. More than you would want to admit, you have been caught in these plights. New year is just around the corner and you want to set some resolutions (NY is gone but just play along with me). Do you want to set a big ass goal once and for all and make a huge deal about it or do you want to keep it simple and keep it to yourself? If you go big, you might have the pressure to fulfill it (but just about everybody fails in their resolutions, isn't it? why not act like you're working on it for a few weeks until everyone forgets about it?) And if you go low-key, no one will know and you might even ignore it, sweep it under the carpet like you meant to anywa

Yesterday while going through my snapchat stories I saw a paparazzi picture of Gigi Hadid where she wasn't being a model but herself. She was dressed in casual gymwear. She's got a body to die for, everyone knows that, and besides how nice and tall she looked what caught my eye the most was how frizzy her hair looked. Done in a simple pony tail, her hair looked a far cry from perfect. Now, while this isn't something of a big shocking revelation to me, it always surprises to see the confirmations of a discovery I have made over the years. That there are no ugly women, only lazy ones. I used to envy girls with beautiful hair. I used to think how blessed they were to be able to toss their silky straight hair and get boys to swoon over them. I used to envy people with good bodies because in all these years of being body conscious, I have never been able to get that perfect body. I used to envy people who could dress well because even though my wardrobe is overflowing, hal