Hello beautiful people! I'm always looking for inspiration... Being someone who is addicted to the T.V, music and the internet, this is where I find most of it. Today too, I saw a video that taught me to feel good about myself - to feel beautiful! This video reinforced the fact that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. When you watch this you realize that Vatika not only advertises long and healthy hair but also teaches you to look beyond appearance...in yourself and in others. People have always had many questions about the scars on my hands. I never felt the need to hide them from the world. I was never ashamed of them. People around me never let me feel that way. This video just confirmed that I don't need to be.
Watching this also reminded me of C.H. Cooley's Looking Glass Self Theory. In this Cooley explains human psychology. All individuals, irrespective of their age, view themselves based on how they think the world views them. In Cooley's words, I'm not what I think I'm, I'm not what you think I'm. I'm what I think, you think I'm. It may sound complicated but it is the truth of all our lives. We see the society as a mirror. It is true that the entire society is a mirror but the opinion of the important people in your life matters the most. Beauty is everywhere. So lets stop defining it and start seeing it :)
Today (December 3) is International Day of Persons With Disabilities. Every year, I make it a point to post something in my blog to create awareness. But every year I encounter a question – what new things can I tell the world about my disability? A lack of clarity makes me fear that I may be giving you the same information year after year. We need wheelchair friendly infrastructure in cities, inclusive educational institutions are required and more job opportunities for the disabled are a must. We know this. All this is about what can be done for me. For a change, I thought I must write about what I can do for myself. Even after the government, doctors, teachers, family, friends and God have done their part, complete benefit is possible only when I start taking care of myself. Saying Yes To Professional Help I used the term professional help because it means different things for people with different kind of disabilities. For some it could be speech therapy and for ...
I never realized until now that I'm a little in love with everyone I know. A post I shared on Facebook sometime ago reminded me of this love. As I read the post, I realized that there's something we love about everyone we know. With too many things to do, we often forget it, but that doesn't mean that the love doesn't exist. The popular idea of love that we have created, prevents us from seeing and appreciating the various other ways in which it exits. It could be in the most insignificant things that people do or say casually. It could be in just a smile or holding the door open. I see love in so many things people do for me, but sharing food is my favorite way of sharing love. Chocolate says I love you, like nothing else :) Every person that I have ever met has taught me to love a little more. Sometimes, I take a little while to understand, but thankfully I do. So, I'd like to pause for a moment and acknowledge the unconditional love from everyone.... ...
Remember 'the black spot on the white paper' experiment? It is not leaving my mind today. I'm not sure why. I thought hard, but I couldn't decide whether it was because someone refused to see me as a contributor to society and was stuck with the idea of my limitation or because my ability was under valued many times. The spot never really bothered me as a child. Actually, I don't remember when it started bothering me. Maybe ten years ago, when I thought I can outperform the others and make people see me as the person that am, not as the girl on the wheelchair... I thought I could change things. It seemed to work initially. I thought I'd succeeded. I thought I'd washed of the spot, but it reappeared. This time, even an excellent performance couldn't wash it away. One of my flaws has been that I'm quick to generalize. Usually, my family helps me see the brighter side. This time too, I was hoping my generalization was wrong. Sadly, it wasn't. I c...
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