The cindrella with a face mask

She is adorable; attractive; pretty and cute and everything else. She is loved by everyone- the world. She gets all the attention, she deserves. She just had a perfect life. The fairy tale. The ones we call "Lucky".

Fairy tales do have villains. They do have obstacles. After all, fairy tales are also stories. She forgot that.

The ways of the world were very stressful and hectic that one day, it took away her adorable, attractive, pretty and cute and everything else- personified face mask. She belittled her face without the mask. She had always believed that anything in this world that is visible and not abstract and constantly changing is worthless of anything.

She and her world had contrasting thoughts. She was ignored. She was the joke. She was humiliated. She was bullied. She was shamed. Her world suddenly became her terror.

Her world asked her to bring back her adorability, attractiveness, prettiness, her charm, her cuteness which is her face mask. It said only then, she would get validation in this world. The world said, if she brings her back her previous mask, her sorrows would disappear. The people in the world will again become pleasing and pour love.

She decided to bring back that she threw away for being adapted in the world. She made a plan. She worked, although she disagreed with the world. She relapsed. She suffered. She tried again. Relapsed. Tried again. Failed. She was disheartened. She cried. She was depressed. She started disliking everything about her.

Soon her inner strength depleted. She needed support from the world. She was afraid to seek help. She battled within herself. Her inner self battled for the goodness of its habitat and for the struggle to attain validation from the world. She ruined herself.

Her face mask ate her face like a virus. She completely surrendered to the virus. She was drained, depleted, deteriorated of everything.

The world still kept motivating her to bring back her mask. It humiliated her, depreciated her considering it a form of motivation. It backfired on her.

She lost the battle one day. Both the "fors", she fought for, lost. It was a tragedy. It was a tragic end for a fairy tale.

She slit her beautifully ugly outer self on multiple places, multiple times to escape from the world. She wanted a new world where she did not have two selves. She, perhaps, might have entered a new unknown world where her inner self will be showcased with no masks. No face masks.

LET US TAKE A PLEDGE AND SAY NO TO BODY SHAMING. LET PHYSICAL AND MENTAL HEALTH BE OUR PRIORITY. LET US BE THERE FOR EACH OTHER AND MAKE THE WORLD THAT DOES NOT HAVE PEOPLE WITH FACE MASKS. 

"LET US LOVE PEOPLE FOR THEIR HEARTS, MINDS AND SOULS. LET US MAKE THAT WORLD WITH PEOPLE WHO HAVE THEIR HEARTS, AND MINDS IN THEIR SLEEVES. LET US BE REAL."❤