Love is the saviour.

5:01 AM

So, I was editing right now. When am I not? Editing is life now! Anyway, So what I wondered was If I like what I see on the screen. Well, yeah..After this hair, A lot. haha! In fact I was editing an old video where I was wearing a bodycon dress too tight to breathe. I have no clue why I was wearing it, but I still liked how I styled it.

So…do I like what I see?

Then? A lot.

Now? A lot more.

Well, I am ageing quite well. No complains in that department. Only love !!

I take care of myself better at this age more than ever. When I don’t , It feels that clearly something isn’t right- Physically, Mentally or Emotionally !

Prerequisite to life are these two words: Self Love.

Most traumas have just one solution: Self Love.

It is the saviour and it is the solution. Self love has brought me out of the most traumatic times.

People try to search for a soulmate all their lives. They want a person to adore their unwanted parts (Those parts even which they hate about themselves) and some lucky ones like myself will meet soulmates in form of friends and lovers who’d love them for their worst features unstoppably.

So, I just tweeted this:

If you won’t like yourself, who will? And, even if someone else madly adores you, It wouldn’t matter because it’s impossible for someone to next to you 24/7 in adoration mode.

If you stay with an awful person who treats you like a piece of shit, Lack of self love will keep you in there. If you stay with the best person on earth who treats you like a queen/king, Lack of self love will make you treat them like shit.

You see ?

You wouldn’t fall in love with yourself when you’re at your fittest. You wouldn’t fall for yourself while you’re at your most successful. If you love yourself and you’re crying yourself to sleep each night, you would some night tell yourself, ” I don’t deserve this fcking shit! I need to fix this!” and you get up the next morning. If not the next, then next to next to next. But eventually, it pulls you out and makes you go into the fixing mode. And, that’s exactly when it happens, when it strikes-Thoughts like:

“I love how I work, I love how I am striving, I love how my body feels right now, I know this isn’t the perfect me but I will eventually reach my goal, I have been there before. It is possible. Wow ! Is this even me? I am a wonderful piece of art.”

If you don’t like your fixing phase, You wouldn’t like your destination either.

We all have parts about ourselves that we hate; For me, They were always my triceps or, how I can sometimes lose my cool, or how I can’t just wait and I want everything the same day I decide and plenty more.

Does that mean I dislike myself? Well, Maybe momentarily and I know for sure, it’s for 10 minutes.

Self Love is often confused with Selfishness. It is totally incorrect. One can be 100% compassionate towards others when he or she loves themselves (first).

FAQ: Epitome of self love is hazardous.

Answer: The more the merrier. For you and for the ones who love you.

How to love yourself?

Work within and gently rise above the loathe. Easier said than done. For some, it might be a tougher task. I am someone who becomes extremely uncomfortable when I start to dislike myself (Everyone does!) but I identify my triggers way early now, and mostly its when I am eating wrong or not eating at all, or when I am not working // lazing more for a longer period than usual. Or, when I’ve been rude to my mom. There are some triggers that I try to fix to instantly to feel better and that is a constant work.

There’s a time for everything and we really need to understand how to love ourselves while being in love with life and others who matter and the ones who don’t as well. Of course, You can’t expect to win at life when all you do is spill hate and compare your life away.

Well, Another topic for laters! Comparisons.

Talk Later !!! I have an important appointment tomorrow. It’s late zzz.

Welcoming the birthday month like..

I know this pandemic made me really cruel towards myself. I decided not to do that anymore.

I always used to have birthday month plans. So, it usually began a week before my birthday (August 13th). Like gifting myself one gift each day for 7 days, or taking myself out each day before the birthday when I eventually used to get so tired of celebrating. It usually used to start on the 7th of August each year, and this year because of Covid, I wouldn’t be able to take myself out a lot or travel this time *sobs*

Last year, I was having the time of my life in August. Apart from the daily dates and dressing up a week before my birthday, I went to Hong Kong/ Macao on the 16th.

I didn’t decide anything but the as August arrives, the energy shifts for me. It’s a rebirth each year followed my new aspirations, new self expectations, new goals, new realisations. I feel like 31st July of each year to me is like 31st January for the rest of the world. I feel so rejuvenated like a new cycle has begun. I want to anticipate ONLY the best now.

BEFORE THE TREATMENT.

Yesterday, I went for a long hair treatment session at my favourite salon, (Yeah! where they take care of the safety- before you lecture me) and anyway how much are we going to stop ourselves? We require proper safety measures. We can NOT spend our lives stuck inside forever.

AFTER THE TREATMENT.
I REMOVED MY MASK FOR THE BIT WHEN IT WAS MANDATORY TO APPLY THE PRODUCT BEHIND MY EAR.

Other than a lower back breaking Keratin Treatment, I enjoyed half a Gulab Jamun and dozens of cookies. It was a real cheat day amid the quarantine. I wore my favourite shirt to the salon and ended up tweeting the whole time breaking my neck too. Shared a picture or two on twitter. Okay ! I shared a lot of them + The instagram stories + The live session that ended up being on my post. Sometimes, Social Media overwhelms me with its negatives but so many times, I love to share my happiness on the platform. Just one of those days.

Wore this dress after Feb. I took this one to Maldives, I love it.
I am not just happy on my birthday, I love love love birthdays.

Gosh ! I looked happy after long, and revived my confidence with my new hair.

I welcomed my birthday month while bidding one bastard of a month yesterday.

Also, I have another sitting left, Post which I can do a long post about my experience (2nd time this time).

I will now pray myself to sleep.

Much Love ❤

One of those moments…

Well, She had another one of those anxious days, when she felt the pandemic was taking a toll on her physically and mentally.

Not that this year was completely figured out, to say the least.. but, Wasn’t this supposed to be a phase better than the phases bygone?

We used to evolve each day, Didn’t we?

She had ..

One of those late nights when hearing, “Everyone’s facing this!” doesn’t furnish a better feeling than that of the numbing hollowness.

One of those nights when asking him in her trembling voice, “What would you do if I were not there?” ‘s first response didn’t drench the drought in her soul.

One of those nights when he woke up for her, glanced his teary eyes into hers.

One of those moments he murmured, “You are my soul. Not just a part of it.”

One of those moments he couldn’t tolerate her pain,

One of those moments she could see her pain in his eyes.

One of those moments she felt uneasy with her promise of detachment,

One of those moments she wanted to break the walls,

One of those moments that tasted like unconditional love,

One of those moments she would always romanticise,

One of those moments when all the years spent together made sense.

One of those moments she wished could just freeze.

Aren’t we living for those moments all along? Some days are worse than the other, but they do become better when ‘She has him’ beside.