girls advocacy

I spent a long part of my life mopping at the ill talks I had received from people about myself but trust me, I really regret it. It was hurtful, yes, but I really should have looked beyond it. I should have spent more time working on my potentials and the woman I hungrily wanted to become. Now, I always call myself a bundle of designs because I know I carry more than I know, more than I have seen. This is what I should have focused on from the initial. It isnt too late anyway, but, I should have realized it earlier. It's disheartening that many girls with so much in them are going around everyday without even knowing it because they've been told they aren't beautiful. It's really difficult to speak or step out of the shell, when you feel like nobody wants to see you,so,they are limited to this thought and want nothing to do with the world. There were many times I had important suggestions to make, brilliant contributions but I shut up and sat in my seat because I did...

Many people would ask "what's the relationship between love and physical beauty? How do they even relate? " You'd be really shocked to know that the relationship is very strong. People may reject actions of love and even friendships because of what people might have said to them or because they do not feel comfortable with themselves and so they're not sure if people would love them that way. I'd like to share with you a personal experience.  "Do people really love me? "..."Does anybody even love me?". I asked myself these questions very often and I sought answers within me. Fact is, No matter how strong and independent we think we are, we all need love. We need people or at least, someone to show us love all the time, it helps to keep one's sanity in check. For a long time, I couldn't come to terms with the idea that people cared about me or wanted to be around me, therefore, I declined every move and conversation that seemed to ...

"she's not so pretty"..those were the words I heard for a long time. For years, wherever I went, people kept whispering about me, they said I wasn't as pretty as my friends or siblings. Someone even asked if I was adopted one time(lol). Anyways, I endured these comments for a long time,although they hurt, I didn't dare say anything because I accepted their comments. This made me paranoid, hence, wherever I went and heard people whispering, laughing or looking at me, I felt it was all about my "imperfections",my "ugly" face. Well I spent so much time wishing I could be someone else, but now I've realized there could only be one me, so, I'm the best and most beautiful version of myself. I wrote this piece(below) when I began to accept myself. I hope it inspires you too. Thank you! I Am Beautiful You said what you said because you thought I was still small, You thought I wouldn't remember so you went on with your rude storm.. I w...

She wakes up with this piercing pain as usual and starts her daily routine by saying a prayer to her God reminding him to make a way for her to return home since she's scared of ending her life herself. She reluctantly drags herself out of bed and tries to face the world for just another day with a smile that never reaches her eyes and barely spreads across her lips. She wonders if she could be like that girl who lives on the other street whom everybody showers with love and  attention,who walks gracefully like though there's some invisible wings attached to her being. She wonders everyday if she could be at least half as beautiful,tall and fair, or ain't that the standard of beauty in her society?? She dreads looking back at herself in the mirror and this makes her hang her head low daily and keeps her mouth shut. This kills her self esteem and wrecks her confidence and destroys her social ability. She wishes for a day when the whispers of the women when she walks by would...