Screw the Beauty Standards #YourStoryIndia ✔

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"Hey!! Is this yours?" I ask as he takes out the keys from his pocket.

"What?" He smiles.

"This place. Is it yours?" I ask again looking at the keys in his hand.

"Not exactly. It was my Dad's."

"Was?"

"Yes. My Dad is going to sell this place soon. Financial issues, you see."

"Oh. I am sorry."

"That is okay." He smiles again sending chills through my body.

"Is it okay to come here at this time?"

"Everything is okay, Jane." He says looking into my eyes.

He holds my hand and we enter the almost dark place. Almost because there is still a spotlight on, in the center of the stage.

"Sit here." He dusts a plush velvety sofa for me to sit.

I sit there looking wildly all around. Suddenly, the place is lit with little golden lights everywhere, throwing light all over the place and a voice makes me jump.

"This is for you." He says with his voice booming all around. Thanks to the working microphone.

He sits there under the spotlight on stage holding a guitar.

I never knew he could play an instrument. What is he going to do? God! This is perfect. I think to myself as he starts singing -

She would not show that she was afraid,
But being and feeling alone was too much to face,
Though everyone said that she was so strong,
What they didn't know is that she could barely carry on,

But she knew that she would be okay,
So she didn't let it get in her way,

I smile like a lunatic as he sings along.

Sometimes it all gets a little too much,
But you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up,
And you don't have to be afraid, because we're all the same,
And we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much,

She would always tell herself she could do this
She would use no help it would be just fine
But when it got hard she would lose her focus
So take my hand and we'll be alright

Hand? Leg? I will take you as whole. I think to myself.

And she knew that she would be okay,
So she didn't let it get in her way,

Sometimes it all gets a little too much,
But you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up,
And you don't have to be afraid, because we're all the same,
And we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much, yeah.

I feel the tears falling down on my cheek and my hands clasped over my mouth as he walks over to me. I hug him as tightly as I can and he holds me there for a long time.

Stop skinny shaming. Skinny shaming is as worse as fat shaming. Stop body shaming.
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A/n:

I hope you like this chapter. Please vote, comment and share.

I dedicate this song of Shawn Mendes to all those girls who feel terrible and broken because of the standards of the society.

Thanks a lot for reading.

I love you all. xD

xxx

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