“Patience does not mean to
To look at the thorn
And see a rose..
To look at the night
And see the dawn..
The lovers of god never
Run out of patience,
For they know
That time is needed
For the crescent moon
To become full.” #fortyrulesoflove#shamstabrizi
“That’s not the proper way.”
✔️ Engaging with our South Asian culture while having grown up in the diaspora can be intimidating. It’s so easy to be influenced by the feeling of not being well-versed enough on these culture(s), that have thousands of years of traditions and norms behind them, making us less confident in our ability to engage. You know those identity-crisis moments, when you’re not confident enough on how to say a certain thing in your mother-tongue so you stay silent, or when you feel inadequate for not knowing about a certain aspect of the culture even though the way you look implies that you “should,” or when you just don’t agree with a part of it so you avoid all of it altogether. Those feelings remove us even further. We’ve realized though, that we just have to make it our own, especially if we want to stay connected but also authentic to ourselves. It’s the dopest thing to see the way our peers are evolving culture to make it fit their values/preferences while still being respectful (ex. @diipakhosla changing a small, but very patriarchal ritual of her hindu-wedding ceremony recently to make it more equal). For us, we’ve always thought of saris as this beautiful mark of womanhood, while watching our mothers and Bollywood heroines make it look so easy, but the reality is it takes some skill to wear them and we’ve always ended up feeling pretty out of sorts in them. So instead of making it all or nothing, here we are rocking our sari with pants so we can move in full force on the dance floor! And if you are comfortable in a sari, it’s always fun to shake things up. 😉
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The struggle of finding beauty
Is a struggle all too real for me
Is my face clear enough
Will I volunteer my body to the amount of likes and comments
Is my body too big for the ideal standard of beauty?
Will my messy hair cost me the compliment and cause the “you look tired” comment?
Are my clothes up to the newest trend or will I fall short of the new spring line?
Am I enough or will I only be loved when I doll myself up?
Am I beautiful or is that only a social construct for the ones who actually can do make up?
Is my voice enough to be heard or will I need my body to get your attention?
Will my dedication and love go unnoticed if not for my colorful clothes?
Will my heart disappear when all assets show up?
Will my acne scars and my stretch marks cause you to close off your heart to my message?
Will this colorful world accept me with open arms or will it welcome anyone except me?
The struggle to find beauty
Is a struggle too real for me
Yet somehow I know I couldn’t be any less that drop dead gorgeous -DancingPoet-
Another year has passed and it has been a wonderful one.
Big thanks to everyone for the lovely birthday wishes and making my birthday so special. I’m so lucky to have such great friends and family. So much to be grateful for, so much more to learn and to look forward to in the year ahead. ✨🎈. #birthdaybliss#grateful#blessed