Looking out of the window, waiting for the slides and the swings to get attacked by the kids who’ve had a rough day feels so satisfying to watch. The sun basking its glory over kids who don’t really care about getting tanned because they don’t meet judgmental aunties who eye you like you’re meat. Childhood was absolute bliss. There was nothing that couldn’t get fixed, and even though we lived our life to the fullest, we never realized what we’re going to miss out on when we were growing up.
All of us were so obsessed to do all the things grownups do, we wanted to get taller, we wanted longer hair that wasn’t drenched in oil and ponytails, we wanted to wear heels that were longer than the size of our palms. Our “wants” were so simple back then. It didn’t include ‘reality’ that had us stand in front of a mirror dreading those sudden outbreaks of pimples on our face and fearing the judgement in everyone’s eyes.
All our bachpan gave us was a bucket full of memories we’d want to re-live all over again!
It’s so difficult being a grown up now. It’s difficult waking up to see your face in the mirror and whining over how different you look from yesterday. It’s sad that we don’t get calls from our friends asking us to come down to play with them. We’ve changed so much over the years. Our innocence is suppressed underneath all the reality. And sometimes, it’s bad. But how wonderful is it to know that we’re growing up in a world that accepts all standards of “beauty”! Nobody asks you about that pimple growing on your face because they’re living through it too. In fact, you see so many people giving away tips to help other women come out from their self-induced trauma.
Magazine covers with plus sized models, acid attack victims walking the ramp and dark skinned women bagging lead roles in films. We’re seeing it all now.
Some bits of our childhood were unfortunately scarred courtesy horrifying standards set for ourselves by people who didn’t even know us.
As a kid, I was confused when my body started reacting differently. I could see my skin changing. My baby skin had now become a pile of mess. First, it was one pimple, then, it became 10. I didn’t know what could fix them. There were so many pimples on my face, I remember crying myself to sleep at night dreading how they’d turn out to be the next morning. If only someone told me that I don’t need any fixing. All we need is a little bit of care. And that’s why our childhood was so different than the life we’re living right now, because we never had anybody who would tell us that life is going to be fine, even with us being “imperfect”.
So hey! Don’t fret that your childhood swayed past you, look at the future and see how amazing it is! Because all of us have a chance to build a future that’s almost beautiful. Himalaya Neem Face Wash stands with us in the movement of spreading joy and happiness by extending their support. The next time someone feels low, make sure you show them the greener side of the grass.
This Article Is Sponsored by Himalaya