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Trial and Metamorphisis
2014-07-29 12:53:45 (UTC)

The courses of religious holidays

Today was Eid-ul-Fitr, an islamic holiday which marks the end of Ramadan, the month of fasting and purity/redemption. Every year the city holds a ginormous prayer bringing tens of thousands of muslims to the stadium halls. Parental work commitment bides my family
to arrive earlier, and depart last. Today,like years past,was just a compilement of me gawking at the girls with their luminous skin and hairless bodies and flawless makeup and shiny hair and flowery aromas. Their dresses were shimmery and jeweled and their shoes just about allowed them to brush their heads against the air ventilators(the higher the heel, the closer to God.) i never looked delicate or pretty in makeup. the girls looks like dainty dry petals and i was a severed thorn. To make matters irrevocably worse, my "secret" older sister gave me just about the most repulsive garment to wear for the occasion. She brought it back from Pakistan, and it looked like a fo-silk handkerchief sold from the back of a caravan after Holi. My hair was matted and greasy and i felt and looked absolutely disgusting. I applied what i thought to be a trendy nailpolish shade prior the prayer, and i felt like i was in the sixth grade again. I just wish one day, i can step out in clothes im comfortable in, and feel completely confident with my body and appearance.




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