He said,
“I love the black mascara on your eyes
I love your rosy lips and bubbly cheeks
I love the red bindi on your forehead
But I love you more without those bindi or mascara or lipsticks”

Her inner self whispered “I’m ME. He is magnetized and excited about me. I am one of a kind. Nothing can beat my confidence. My personality and confidence defines my magnificence.”

Beauty standards… People spend a lot of time, effort and patience to keep up with the standards, the so called “standards” imposed by the different means including media. And more often end up with desperate results.

Do we girls, need to be slim, fair and tall to meet the definition of “beauty”? (And similarly with a different set of definition for boys too)

Why are we going behind these unrealistic expectations as asked by Rashmi, Do You Wish For A Perfect Body?

I am not totally against makeovers. But it becomes dangerously obsessive when we can’t even believe in our own body. Just love our body as it is.