“You’re so fat!” my mind yells,
As I look at the reflection staring right back at me when I look at the mirror.
“You’re nowhere as slim as they are,” my minds taunts me,
As my eyes wander off to the beautiful girls around me.
“Stop eating!” My mind warns me,
As I bring another spoon of my favourite dish closer to my mouth.
Something I once loved doing
Has now resulted in it becoming
Something that I hate.
I’m probably the only one who pays attention to the nitty gritty details of my body.
I don’t want this to happen.
My mind tells me everything opposite of what it does now.
I hope that one day,
I’ll be satisfied with who and what I am.
“Let out your feelings!”
“You’ll feel better!”
Now that I’ve finally done that,
I don’t know if I actually do feel better.
Sure, I feel a little more open to you,
A little more relieved to let it all out.
But, pouring out my heart to you
Makes me relive all those moments again,
The moments I’ve been running away from.
I feel vulnerable.
I feel scared.
But, now that you know me better,
I hope I’ll have you by my side
To catch me when I run from myself again and again.
It felt like a foreign land,
With no one guiding me and holding my hand
I felt lonely,
Waiting patiently for someone to own me.
The first few days were hard
As I had no one to pour my heart
When all hope was almost gone,
A small light at the end of the tunnel was found.
Slowly, but surely,
Things got better.
I found friends of the same platter.
Hence, I will continue being positive
As I have learnt that
Patience is a virtue
And everything happens for a reason.
You are a changed person.
Last time I checked, you weren’t like this.
I don’t know what that place did to you.
I’m afraid of going there.
You know what makes me sad?
The fact that behind all that positiveness that you display, there’s hurt and sadness.
I really really want to help you,
But I don’t know how.
I love you and
I really hope you find your happy place soon ❤
She knows that inner beauty
Is greater than
But, it doesn’t stop her mind
From pointing out all the flaws she has
About how she’s too big,
And never enough for herself
She goes around,
Trying to show that she’s confident
But in reality,
She never liked being in her own body
Everyone is always
Much prettier and
Much more beautiful than her
There’s only one thing
She’s been looking for
The thing that’s nowhere to be found by her
And that is,
You do all these things for me,
That I love,
Making me think that
You actually understand me.
And so much is said,
Which makes me realise that
You know nothing about me.
Yes, you know my exterior self,
But do you know how I actually am?
What and how I feel?
You assume too many things,
And jump to conclusions
That are all false.
You feel that you’ve got me all figured out
By how I am around you.
Which, by the way,
Is completely wrong.
Maybe, for once,
Try to think of things from my point of view
To, perhaps, understand me better.
Because if not,
You don’t have any right to say anything about me.
He would do everything for her,
And she would just thank him for it.
He would go all out to show his support to her,
And she would post his way of support on her social media.
He would tell her about all her good qualities,
And she would just accept it, while smiling.
He would tell her how much he loves her,
And she would just say “love you too”.
He appreciates her for who she is,
And she does too,
But, she likes him
While he loves her.
You look forward coming to
After a hectic day.
Where you feel free to do
Whatever you want to.
This venue starts feeling like home,
And there’s no other place you’d rather be at.
You start delaying your arrival.
What felt like home,
Only feels like a shelter,
A place to sleep, eat and do work in.
Why did this change take place?
Is it the people?
Is it you?
Or, is it just… Life?
As you cried over her for the last time,
And told me about how
I couldn’t help but think of how you would feel if I told you about my real feelings towards our relationship.
Would you feel the same way?
Kept stopping myself because I could not bring myself to hurt you any further than you already are.
But, keeping you in the dark is hurting me too.
I don’t like how this relationship of ours is going, at least on my part. I wish it was easier to let you know how I truly feel about this whole thing.
It seems like
What defines us isn’t
Just our character or personality.
There is something that holds a greater weightage.
On your score sheet,
On the stock markets,
Next to your follow button, and
On the weighing scale
Are what matter more recently,
In my opinion.
Once posting a picture,
One secretly hopes to get more likes than their previous post.
Once climbing onto the weighing scale,
One secretly hopes the value shown is smaller than the previous time.
It’s sad how majority of the competitions are based on these numbers and there is really nothing much we can do about it.