I find this amazingly incredible how today this world of social networking has spurred people to project themselves as personalities they never possibly were ..flawlessly intact, unblemished, masked with filters and adorned with captions that tend to present them as nothing less than the incarnation of angelic beauty(with brains of course as the captions suggest).And tbh in a world rife with people marking a person on the basis of face value, this surely seems to be a prudent idea.
But then there are people even filters can do no good to. People, even makeup has given up on.People like me who never would really fit into the beauty standards of the society however hard they try. Nevertheless being an “odd one out” child in the class with this assymetrical and scarred face, cleft treated lips and crooked nose and being bullied for everything i had no control over has done more good to me than anything.It has forced people around me to look beneath my skin and compliment me (or maybe dislike me) for the person i am, for the qualities i hold and for the things they would have never truely beholded if i were a perfect face with a straight stiff nose or those sexy elevated cheekbones or that “36-24-36” adorable body(according to ncert textbooks).And tbh it has somewhere forced me to work on the other areas of my personality, areas where i can healthily compete with others, areas where insecurities wouldn’t acquire control over me,areas where i can seek someones honest compliments (i know that sounds so desperate, but everyone likes compliments, don’t they?)
So why not take a minute to stand and cherish those scars, scars which have ever since been cursed for ruining our lives but have always managed to get the better of us somehow, scars that have shaped us as the persons we are today: odd,flawed yet striving hard to find a place in the society, scars that have dawned the “go getters” within us.
PS : Cheers to the scarred, odd, imperfect ones.