{"id":1874,"date":"2016-02-14T02:25:27","date_gmt":"2016-02-13T20:55:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jyotiarora.com\/?p=1874"},"modified":"2020-09-30T16:59:50","modified_gmt":"2020-09-30T11:29:50","slug":"iamcapable-i-know-it","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jyotiarora.com\/iamcapable-i-know-it\/","title":{"rendered":"#IAmCapable & I Know It"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Many years ago, I read a remarkable passage in a magazine. I no longer remember the exact words. But I remember that in that passage, a lady said that her mother had a very short height, yet she was a tall woman. Being myself of a very short height, the words arrested my attention and are still clinging to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In this beauty-obsessed world, tall and thin are considered graceful while short and chubby are perceived to be awkward or even ugly. I’m not exactly fat, but I’m definitely shorter than the norms, being less than 5 feet tall. And because I am a patient of Thalassemia Major<\/a>, the disease has left its marks on my face and skin colour too. Despite nearing 40, I still look like a pre-teen. A pre-teen in whose hair silver has started to appear and in whose face time has started stamping its marks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m certainly not ‘good-looking’ by conventional standards. But I have no interest in disguising my looks by way of heavy beauty treatments and glamorous outfits. I’m comfortable in my skin and feel no need to pretend to be what I am not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because what I am, that is good enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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