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Self love is not selfish !


Being a girl myself, this one is dedicated to all the women.

When someone appreciates a woman by saying "You look so pretty today", mostly they'll say, "Oh! Thats because of I wore this dress." Let me ask, why do we girls/women always think low of ourselves?

Women are usually confined inside their house, playing the roles of a daughter, sister, wife, mother, etc. Maybe no one else could replace these characters other than them. But during their busy schedule of living for others, they forget to live for them. They forget to remember their own identity. They forget to remember their individuality and their dreams. People may argue that it is 21st century and women are no longer being oppressed inside their house. But its so unfortunate to know that almost 50% of women still leaves around their career and dreams for the sake of their family.


All those proverbs and prejudice used to be heard about women and the cliche dialogues like "What am I gonna do with that in this age?" and "Whats wrong with her to do so in this age?" etc., could be the reasons for their withdrawal. But such appreciations which I mentioned at first should be taken as a credit. Not as a shame. 

All kinds of appreciation we get are so special and valuable, no matter big or small. The energy we get while we come across an appreciation is enough to work on our dream which leads into expressing our identity to the society.


Who else in this world could love us so deeply and honestly than ourselves? You cannot love any other person truly if you cannot love yourself. Stop underestimating yourself and never hesitate to do what you like. Beauty begins at the moment you decide to be yourself. So always, love yourself, the way you are.


Wishing you all to have a good day.

Thanking You :)

 


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