This morning I was catching up on last night’s discussion on a WhatsApp group. Yes, I know it is a nuisance but it is also the source of everything from emergency supplies to fancy dress costume ideas to replacement maids! Ladies, you know what I am talking about. Right? Now among the usual banter, there was talk of body shapes and I realised women of all shapes and sizes complained. That is understandable. After all, we have high standards. As I scrolled further, I realised the impact of our dressing on how we are perceived. Not just by others, but by ourselves too. Are sarees only meant for Satsangs and Keertans?Are ladies who don’t wear trendy dresses any lesser intellectually? I have never seen a single picture of Chanda Kochhar wearing anything other than a saree or an occasional lehnga and am sure no one dare call her intellectually lacking. At the same time Rakhi Sawant wears the trendiest of western wear but she is not someone I see writing editorials for newspapers. Then why do we let clothes define the person? More importantly, why do we let our own clothes shape the perception of ourselves? Our sartorial choices are controlled by our city, religion, society, weather, our body shapes and lastly, our choice of clothing. Then why let these very clothes belittle ourselves?
Most women constantly critique themselves. I feel there is a difference in being aware and being critical. Knowing that you have heavy thighs and not wearing minis and shorts is one thing, constantly telling yourself and others something else. I have observed a snowball effect when discussions like these take place. One person laments about their physical features and before you know it, everyone is putting themselves down. This kind of discussion is just not healthy. If you keep critiquing yourself, the universe will send you more and more reasons to critique. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could practice self love and not self critique? Wouldn’t you want reason after reason to love yourself? I know I would. So ladies, next time your friend tells you that she has a big tummy, or huge thighs, don’t tell her, “Oh but mine is worse”, tell her how good her skin is, how pretty her eyes are and how lovely her hair looks. Let the compliments fly and watch the magic happen!
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