To the transforming you

Self-love – when we talk about it, how much do we mean it? To what extent do you go to love yourself enough? To love yourself to the core – not just the superficial one just because everybody around you is discussing self-love and self-worth!

I have seen myself hating every inch of mine – to the point that I didn’t like any aspect of mine. I had complaints of each element God had showered upon me. Oh! I have such beautiful eyes, but why these dark circles around them! I have a lean body type, but why so straight – why not those little curves. I have such lovely hair but why so many grey ones – that too since birth!

Sad isn’t it? We somehow never love ourselves enough! Always trying to fit in the fancy box defined by others – always trying to pass someone’s judgments –trying to define or confine ourselves to little less than what we are.

It took me time – well, it has taken me quite some years to accept what I am, to fall in love with the person I’ve been transformed into, to love each ounce of me – to love each curve and not so curvy me – even the tiny bulging belly that’s always there, in spite of all the yoga and fitness. Ah! That’s so much okay.

I am crazily in love with the thoughts I behold – not just for myself but for others around me, every day aiming to better myself than the previous day – to drop the judgments and accept the other, the way they are. To love people and keep loving even more, with each passing day – for we all deserve it. To look for what’s good in the other – for the negatives, well, we are so used to seeing that prominently. Let go of those – we all are a mix of white and black. Why judge – why try to fit someone in a box and label it – no one deserves that.

I love each ounce of mine – from tip to toe – from the words I utter through my tongue to the core from where they come from – I love myself for all the mood swings I go through, the sways of emotions that simply tell I am more humane and it is perfectly fine to go through what we go through.

I love that part of mine, that goes into a shell like a crab when things seem low when I find it too difficult to gather my wits and I even love that part of me – that comes out ever so gracefully, stronger, and deeply rooted.

Well, just to end it on a more thoughtful note, I have fallen in love with this line, written by Guru Mahatria, “In the end, life is just a Leela”. It just gives the truest of the essence to life and living. Chose to play your part beautifully, majestically, deeply, to bring out the best in you - till your last breath. To be so pure, loving, and impactful that during your last raw moments you feel like clapping for yourself. Ah! What a life I lived, what series of transformations I went through, what conviction, what love, what impact, what devotion towards work and life.