An Open letter by Poornima to all those beautiful women with silent wishes and loud compliments.
How you doing today? If the answer is great, I’m happy for you. If the answer is bad, let’s fix it. Because I’ve had those days too. And I’d have loved the help too.
I didn’t know how to say these words to you. I’m not the best at giving a speech. So I thought I’d write them down and let you read.
I get it. We may look different but we suffer the same. Whether we’re openly emotional or we dump it within ourselves, we feel the same. Whether we fit into that dress or have to have it custom ordered to our size, we love ourselves the same. With a little doubt. A little insecurity. A lot of wishful thinking.
You may not feel like you’re doing the best you can – at work, at home, in a relationship. You feel unsure. You have those moments when you wonder if anyone cares. And when they do, the acceptance is a task, not easy.
You do all these wonderful things that people compliment you for but you don’t see it. It’s not significant. It’s not changing lives or the world. So you sigh in silence as you hope to be someone else. The TV version of a woman who spends her silent nights, wishing the way you do, to be someone else she sees too. But you don’t know that.
Because how can she be that and this? How can you?
There’s a room filled with paper boxes. Each with a label – Strong, career woman. Submissive, housewife. Opinionated, judgemental. Open-minded, troublesome. Rebel, anti-establishment. Goody two shoes, daddy’s daughter. Abusive, vicious. Abused, liar.
You can only fit into one of these. You can’t be stunning and insecure. You can’t be successful and homely. You can’t have a career and a family. You can’t. You Can’t. YOU CAN’T.
Stop. Stop listening to those voices. Stop letting yourself believe them. Stop underestimating who you can be.
And never stop.
In a world that focuses so much on labelling who you are and what you do, never stop being your authentic self.
Around people who tell you your choice is a mistake, never stop taking chances.
When the ones you love try to hold you back in the name of care, never stop breaking free.
And that dream? The one that you shrug about as nothing but an unrealistic wish when deep within you want it more than anything you could imagine? Never stop chasing it.
This world isn’t a kind place to us. Yes, it’s harsher to some more than others. But that doesn’t make it better. For you to get where he has, you’ll work twice as hard and be overlooked twice as much. Don’t let that keep you down.
Don’t compare who you are to who she is.
She might get ahead of you faster than you got to where you are. Don’t hate her. There are enough people in this world to tear us down. Let it not be ourselves. We need each other today more than ever before. We need each other to fight for ourselves and the ones beside us. The ones who can scream and the ones who succumb. The ones who laugh and the ones who cry.
You may count yourself insignificant in a fight to prove ourselves important. But are you sure? Imagine if we all thought that. Who’d be left? Your voice and your fight matters. You matter. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
So go be that woman.
The one who chooses based on emotion.
The one who dreams beyond reason.
The one who hiccups when she laughs.
The one whose hair tangles with the wind.
The one who can seldom get a candid picture right.
We all have insecurities. We’re all unsure where life leads. We all date that stupid guy. We all fall in love and break our hearts.
Never let someone else’s perspective of who you are affect what you know about yourself. There’s no winning with the ones who are waiting with words that poke and hurt. So take yourself out of their game.
Be outspoken and shy. Be loud and socially awkward. Have an amazing career and a loving family.
It’s not impossible. You’ve seen it. You know it. You just have to believe it.
So go on. Spread those invisible wings and do what you’ve always wanted to do.
If you fly too close to the sun, we’re right here with a lot of cold wind.
With silent wishes and loud compliments,
The letter was published with the permission of the author: Loud Thoughts Voiced Out