On Feeling Like a Dumpling

Hello everyone!

When we are in our adolescence, we look and feel awkward and lumpy. A lucky few escape this stage and go straight from adorable to attractive. Let us ignore that particularly infuriating group. No, I mean the general human population, the sort that still hides their photographs from the age of 11 to 17.

I was one of “those” kids; geeky, head gear, braces, glasses, acne, no dressing sense what so ever and absolutely no friends. Once I got rid of my moulding instruments, I expected my face to look like a super model's. But I didn’t. All around me, my friends were growing up into beautiful, confident and elegant women who could carry a saree like nobody’s business. As for me, I looked like a kid playing dress up on the day of my school farewell. By the end of that day, rather than feel like a grown up, I had sworn off heels completely.

Media is not responsible for body image issues when it comes to self conscious idiots like me. It is my fault if I have a Mindy Lahiri style dramatic breakdown when I gain a couple of pounds. I am hard on myself because of the ideals that I have set, not the media. Even at 19, I was looking around, wondering if these girls fell in a massive pile of radioactive rubbish that gave them the super power of loveliness. I kept waiting for that magic spell that would end my awkward phase and turn me into one of the pretty ones, the ones who know the difference between a lipstick and a lip stain, and whose hands didn’t tremble each time they applied makeup.

Now, at my wise old age, I realize that I have reached the end of my “makeover” and I am okay with it. Sure, there are times when I wish I looked more like Lady Arwen and less like Master Yoda, but for now I am happy being me.

Get off the internet, I should. Stop rambling, I must. Yes, hmmm.

Moo x