I woke up in a pensive mood today. I have been reading the positive comments on my old pictures. It reminded me the time growing up. Like a lot of Indian girls, I am dark in complexion. I was forever compared to my fair sister and made to feel ugly. The comments that I got from family and friends was that my dark complexion was a downer even though “my features were good”.
I grew up looking at my self and seeing an unattractive girl. When I got married, it was my husband who made me feel beautiful but that feeling of inadequacy never went away.
Now when my friends look at my old photos and comment how beautiful I looked, I see myself with new eyes. With age I have become wise. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder! You have to love yourself before anyone else. Rest anything does not matter.
My pic of the day with my son is him sitting on my lap. He will be turning 12 in a few months and is becoming as tall as me but he is a mama’s boy. He loves hugging and kissing me and sitting in my lap. I love it too coz I know it will be only a few more years before he will not love it as much! I relish these times before they become a memory,
