By Simrat Kaur Hora
This is a story
The story of a woman
A woman who is also a mother
A mother who is shamed for having too many "mood swings" whenever she takes a stand for herself
Who feels guilty for not being bone- tired- because, for her- enervating herself(physically and mentally) by working all day for her family is the only language of love she's ever known,
Who feels guilty when she puts herself over her family
Who wants to participate in discussions other than those related to the household, but is shunned or simply laughed at
And she, she gulps it all down, just like she swallows the neem extract every morning and does not flinch one bit
She has so much to say,
But.. there's a lump
A lump in her throat that suppresses her words and emotions
She wants to speak, but the angst and the fear:
The fear of making people feel bad , as though she is solely responsible for their happiness- like she's the engine driving the car of her family's happiness
The angst of not being loved by her family because they might not accept this version of her
Look into her eyes and you'll see that they can no longer bury any more hurtful words or a disrespectful behavior
But she pushes it all down, to make room for new ones
Little did she know that
Taking a stand for herself would set her free, would set generations free,
because,
standing up for herself is SELF-LOVE, not SELFISH.
By Simrat Kaur Hora
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