Who should hold the paint brush?

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There's a concept on loving oneself. Now I am not a philosopher, neither have I reached peak wisdom. But this is something to just ponder upon.

There are so many people in this world that will pin adjectives to you, positive or negative. Someone will say that you're good-looking, whereas another will say that you're a bit fat for that dress. We have been taught to embrace the positive, and eliminate the negatives, which is a great way to be content with oneself. 

We all love to be showered with compliments. And why shouldn't we? We should also compliment others. It's a great way to spread optimism. Give and take, give and take. 

But there comes a time, where we start to depend on these compliments, or something negative to happen to uplift ourselves, uplift our spirits. My question is: Why? Why do we wait for compliments to feel good? Why do we wait for something bad to happen to us so we can tell ourselves,"You're amazing!"? 

These adjectives that are pinned on us, they shouldn't go to your head. If you can't tell yourself on a daily basis that you love yourself, what is the point? If someone said you're beautiful, appreciate it and feel good and happy! No one's stopping you. But don't let THAT one incident change anything. Just how you don't let THAT one bad incident change anything. 

Show off your acne, show off your rolls, be weird. Does it really matter at the end of the day, if you're squint eyed, or hook nosed? Who made these dichotomies of human features and complexion? And why? 

Don't get me wrong, I am still in the process of loving myself for who I am. I am still working on it. But something is better than nothing, right? 

You should be able to tell yourself that you are amazing, and beautiful, and handsome, even during non-eventful days. Of course, we all need a push sometimes, and that's alright. There will be days when you won't love yourself for whatever reason, and someone will have to remind you of how worthy you are, and that's alright. 

But after all, isn't that what loving yourself is about?
To love without reason?  



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  1. Unknown25 January 2017 at 12:10

    Hi, Hiranshi!! I love this, but I would like to say something, (it's just a thought).
    As human beings, we often also like to put others down to make ourselves feel better instead of uplifting others because sometimes it feels good to have something/be better than everyone else, that's when negativity kicks in, and it turns into a cycle.

    -your first bestfriend in grade 3 :)

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    1. Hiranshi Mistry26 January 2017 at 04:14

      Hello! Thank You! I totally agree with you. And that's what i want to say. What you mentioned is a reason to make ourselves feel good. All I am trying to say is that we don't need to justify why we love ourselves, or why we should love ourselves. And just because we are good at something, why do we need to put others down? Isn't that how we spread negativity? I have also mentioned how we should take compliments, and give compliments to spread optimism. Obviously it is easier said that done. And your scenario totally justifies that we are human beings and we tend to act that way sometimes. Which is alright. But it shouldn't become a habit. Again, this is also just a thought. And I get who you are. Lots of love, <3

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    2. Hiranshi Mistry26 January 2017 at 04:16

      Also, thank you for sharing your thoughts with me! Totally appreciate it when people try to help me see different perspectives of situations. xx

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