Being pretty is a genetic lottery some people just win. But do they really win with all the additional pressure it comes with? I read an article on EliteDaily “6 Reasons Why Beautiful Women Are Also Insecure Women” & it was something I had to share. I’m not saying pity the pretty, just;

Though not born naturally flawless (far from it); I look exactly like my mom & that to me means I’m pretty because I can’t think of anyone more beautiful than my mom. (As full of myself as this seems) I get compliments and I won’t apologize for it; but that also means the criticism is equally as constant. From random strangers on social media, people I meet for the very first time and even friends, personal remarks are made without batting an eye. If I were to be completely honest, I’d say;

Since when was it okay to tell someone “You look like shit”, or “Damn, what happened? You’ve become so fat” before even something as simple as a “Hello”. My response in the beginning was to brush it off because;

However it eventually started to get fairly annoying & I so I decided to just return the favor (minus the mean) by telling them they were rude and some level of manners as well as thought should be put before speaking.

 Cause my momma taught me better than that.

Though I’ve deviated quite a bit from the original topic (the article), I’m guilty of doing these things myself but I’m a work in progress and there’s always room for improvement. I now make it a point to think before I speak. As Thumper the bunny once said; 

Disney reference for the win!

But what irks me the most is that women tear each other up, unnecessarily. As if that were a way to prove themselves better, and it makes them smarter, prettier, more like-able. Maybe we should take a second & read this;
 Because let’s be honest here;

Running the world since 1988,
Harmini Asokumar

Welcoming a brand new year with arms wide open. Hello; As the year comes to an end & I flip through the pages of 2014, I’m filled with a sense of melancholy of sorts and am in awe of how time really does change everything. It’s a circle of life that happens on a yearly yet never seems to stop surprising me, be it good or bad.

This year was a blessing. A year I learnt to let go of unnecessary negative energy as well as people, making more time to focus on the good things life had to offer and the amazing people around me. By doing this, I learnt to absorb all the light (and right) energy. The law of attraction is as real as it gets, and the Universe took pride in proving it to me on repeat throughout the year.

This year I learnt to leave my past behind, to be more independent, to try new things and learn new types of art, to feed my soul by travelling and discovering places, cultures and people who I’ll forever be thankful for. I took the time for myself to learn about myself, and what it was that truly made me happy.

All it took was starting my year of by facing a simple fear I always had: to eat alone. By doing this simple task, I became more self assured, less wanting validation. From there on, everything else fell into place.

This year, I found out who my true friends were, and fell in love with the most amazing person with the purest heart. That on it’s own, I consider myself the luckiest. I am however, incredibly thankful for my past. Without the storm, there would be no rainbow. All the lessons, trials and errors have been blessings in disguise.

I don’t know what 2015 holds, but I do know I’ll make the best of it trying to be a better me than I was a year ago. Here’s to more happiness, love, art & lessons to learn.

Ready for a new year of adventures,
Harmini Asokumar