(A Story of Self-Worth, Survival & Owning Your Uniqueness)
Somewhere between proving myself to the world
And protecting my heart from it…
I realized there’s no point in playing the blame game.
My philosophy is simple — the world will never be fair to you. And if it is, maybe you’re too close to death.
So I stopped waiting for fairness.
I started dimming my own light — not because I was weak, but because that was my defense mechanism.
I believe everyone has their own process.
This was mine.
It didn’t happen all at once.
It was subtle — like fading into the crowd just to feel “normal.”
For instance, my physique isn’t like most average girls — it’s unique, beautiful in its own way.
But instead of appreciating that, I tried to blend in.
I tried to shrink what made me shine.
A thousand little cuts wrapped in smiles and survival.
A slow erosion of self —
Not because I wasn’t good enough,
But because… I was too good.
I was awesome in everything I did.
I could dance — and people said, “Girls shouldn’t dance like that.”
So I learned cooking — and nailed it. Then they said, “She’s getting fat eating all this tasty food.”
There was nothing about my face or features they could mock,
So they chose my body.
I’m a skilled artist. I make beautiful rangolis.
I’m spiritual. I love diving into the stories of gods and higher truths.
And I hold an MBA with the highest package in my family.
But I was still not “normal.”
Why?
Because I wasn’t like them.
I became the listener.
The fixer.
The “You’re so strong, I wish I was like you” person.
And I wore that mask like armor.
Even when it got heavy.
Even when I was silently screaming beneath it.
There was a time I felt like pure magic.
My thoughts were galaxies, my emotions had depth.
I could move people just by being honest.
But somewhere along the line,
Life told me to “tone it down.”
To “be less sensitive.”
To “stop overthinking.”
To “fit in.”
So, I shrunk.
Not because I lacked confidence — but because I was tired.
Tired of defending who I was.
Tired of being misunderstood.
Tired of carrying wounds and still being expected to smile.
But recently…
In the quiet moments, when the world isn’t watching,
When I’m not performing “strength” for others…
I started hearing a whisper.
A soft voice that says:
“You’re still in there.”
And that changed everything.
Because I’m not just someone’s daughter, friend, or backup plan.
I’m a force of nature.
I’m contradictions held together with grace —
Fierce yet soft.
Loud in silence.
Wild within discipline.
Most importantly, I’ve always chosen to be an empathetic human being — with the kindest heart I could carry through the chaos.
Not because it was easy,
But because I refuse to let the world change my essence.
There’s something special in me.
You can’t capture it in a photo.
You can’t write it in a bio.
You can’t box it up in someone else’s expectations.
It’s in how I love — even after heartbreak.
How I believe — even after disappointment.
How I rise — even when I don’t know how.
My mind dives deeper than surface talk.
My heart holds space for others even when it’s aching.
And my soul?
It refuses to give up on light — no matter how long the dark stays.
I used to think this made me “too much.”
Now I know —
It makes me rare.
So if you’re reading this and wondering if you’ve lost your magic…
Let this blog be your mirror.
There’s something special in you too.
You may have forgotten.
But your soul hasn’t.
It’s still there.
Still whispering.
Still waiting for you to remember.
And once you do?
No one can dim that light again.
🌟 Have you ever dimmed your light just to fit in?
Share your story in the comments — or just leave a 🌻 if this touched your heart.
Let’s create a space where being too much” is finally celebrated. 💫
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