And you say you admire art.

Aditi Karmakar
2 min readApr 6, 2020

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Hey your legs look like it’s of a man, why don’t you wax it, said the guy whom I liked back in school. Comments from guys are a part and parcel of life, where they give their valuable judgements on your body every now and then. But the strange question which while slowly grew like a planted seed in the soil how can someone judge an art. Yes you heard me right, the body he judged, your guy judged, her guy judged, every guy judged is a piece of beautiful art. The curves, starting from her smile to her bosom to her hips are like the playful waves of the endless ocean. How can you say the first wave which washed away the sand was perfect wave and the others are not. Rather every time you see the wave you are mesmerized by the hypnotic move of the waves.

You are too dark, you are too fat, you are busty, you hair looks so bushy. All of these statements ate up all the confidence. With all the shattered confidence which I gathered talking to myself at night, reading to myself all the articles of how to deal body shaming, getting validation from family, close friends, turned to dust and blew off in the unknown sky with the voice again telling me I am so less because I don’t have the perfect body.

Am I only limited to my body? My mind, my soul, my heart has no value? Perhaps may be they are unable to contain the depth of what I hold in myself. And as I grew I started to discover it was not only me but alot of others were the victims of the cruel words. And still everyday they get up, dress up, smile and show up like nothing happened. Because we are stronger now, all of the cruel words you say to us since our bodies started to bloom to pull down our self esteem doesn’t hold anything anymore because we are immune to this. Just as with time a wound heals, we have healed our confidence too. We have been fighting for equality since the early 20th centuries and it’s still going on and I don’t know when will it stop. When you squeeze a lemon more than it should it tastes bitter just like that with every era passing by every woman is getting bolder, tougher and stronger.

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Aditi Karmakar

I like how my words flow with my emotions so I preserve them, I write.