Everyday is a new day.

I was a chunky, shy little girl who is attached to my mom. She is my protector a nd served as a source of unconditional love. As I went off to school, Institutes, Society etc I.e. away from my home I encountered many new faces that introduced me to criticism and judgment. Being judged in each and very step you take as an adult, in a society that constantly strives for perfection, is hard enough, but understanding those judgments as a little girl can be quite the challenge. At such a young age, I had no way to process the mean words tossed my way, so I built a shell around myself and often wished I could become invisible to avoid hurting. I tried to carry on as if others’ words could not impact me. What I quickly learned as I went through life is that we all encounter many people along the way who will attempt to tear us down and break our spirit. What I couldn’t realize then is that it’s truly up to us to decide how we allow others to make us feel and whether ...

In my Life all I have ever wanted is for somebody to put their hand on my shoulder and tell me “Everything is going to be alright.” I couldn’t tell anybody of my need—my  yearning —for this simple act, or why it mattered so much to me. This was something I prayed for. This was something that could not be bought. In the deepest hours of my life (when I was going through stress, grossly overweight, and when Going through extreme up and downs) I longed for a pat on the shoulder to tell me things would be okay. None came. At a gathering early people always expected me to be there for them and help them to cope up with their stress and struggles.. But What about the stories of me? None came. An educational or study achievement, a career promotion, a steady relationship or news of being an ill I did not receive a mention. As I listened to what everyone said I longed even more for the words “Everything is going to be alright.” But I didn’t hear them, even after...