It's difficult where to start from, lets take it from the beginning ? No ! , Oh come on it will be interesting. i want to cover all the issues and mishaps with this society. yes right society ! i.e. people. so, i was dark and a bit chubby kid, my childhood was like every other middle class Indian child. I was mischievous and when i was little i could tell the model of a vehicle by its sound. I am gifted in lot other ways too. and in this life till now i have had fair share of adventures. Like it is said experience helps you gain wisdom. and when today i look back at all the events from my life i see it from a different perspective and realize how bad the society has screwed themselves. Today the definition of animal suits more to the humans and animals are more human than us.Humans have lost the emotional attachments, the only this that matters is the matter.
So, as a kid i was bullied and made fun of for my name. ya kids are stupid i know. but that was the innocence we require from this world. once i grew a little old i realize it matters more for a people to have a fair skin and money. if you have these two you get respected. I am sure every dark skinned person in India would realize what i am talking about. And the biggest curse is to be born as a girl and have dark skin. and the nick names you get, haha those will haunt you throughout your life.
This part is dedicated to all those dark skinned people who feel humiliated and cheated by life sometimes. My advice to you, i am sure you must have heard these thousand of times . "that dress wont go on you, as it doesn't suit your skin tone" .Don't react and just wear that dress with the confidence that you are the most sexy person that dress could ever be put on . and it isn't the dress that makes you beautiful it is the other way round. that's what i did , i changed my attitude . Now i have at least half of the peoples eye on me wondering "wow, he looks good who is he". So stop crying and start living. This was a perfect example of this materialistic world. doesn't matter if you are good at heart, or really polite and sweet . the only thing that matters is what you own and how you look. And I would like to finish this part by saying . You think you are ugly ? Yes you are , because you think you are . the only thing important is what you think , don't let this world doubt your beauty or your skills . God has made everyone perfect you just don't believe in yourself . So start believing .
So, as a kid i was bullied and made fun of for my name. ya kids are stupid i know. but that was the innocence we require from this world. once i grew a little old i realize it matters more for a people to have a fair skin and money. if you have these two you get respected. I am sure every dark skinned person in India would realize what i am talking about. And the biggest curse is to be born as a girl and have dark skin. and the nick names you get, haha those will haunt you throughout your life.
This part is dedicated to all those dark skinned people who feel humiliated and cheated by life sometimes. My advice to you, i am sure you must have heard these thousand of times . "that dress wont go on you, as it doesn't suit your skin tone" .Don't react and just wear that dress with the confidence that you are the most sexy person that dress could ever be put on . and it isn't the dress that makes you beautiful it is the other way round. that's what i did , i changed my attitude . Now i have at least half of the peoples eye on me wondering "wow, he looks good who is he". So stop crying and start living. This was a perfect example of this materialistic world. doesn't matter if you are good at heart, or really polite and sweet . the only thing that matters is what you own and how you look. And I would like to finish this part by saying . You think you are ugly ? Yes you are , because you think you are . the only thing important is what you think , don't let this world doubt your beauty or your skills . God has made everyone perfect you just don't believe in yourself . So start believing .
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