I have been wanting to write about cotton sari's for sometime and today as I opened my laptop to do so the first thing that I thought was how do I look in one. All of us go through this phase when we become so conscious of how we look. I wonder if men go through the same ?. Like do the get up one fine day and feel oh my god my ass has really has gotten big. Do they spend like ten minutes in the mirror staring at it wondering if its good enough or if it is growing towards disaster.
We do, atleast I do, the bunch of fries ( which is one of my favorite foods, I mean have u taken a bite into the crunchy warm goodness of a potato fry ) makes you forget all the shit you are going through in your life for a moment got to my ass refused to let me be, not even after it was covered in yards of fabric.
This blog post is turning out to be more of a food blog today, but then " Is beraham duniya main " food is our only friend most of the time. Somebody got that right when they invented chat, there is nothing that a plate of Pani puri cannot fix.
Coming back to my ass, so depression hit when I was getting into a blouse and the button broke. I think every woman has a moment where she realizes that she can no longer say that its not fat its just healthy or its not that bad. For me the moment came yesterday when I was trying to get into a blouse and the button broke. The moment had come and mentally I gave a sad teary farewell to my samosas and french fries.
I dared to take a close up
I picked another blouse and it fit ! (Thank God ! ) though it was little tight ( the blouse used to be lose I started draping the saree and she just refused to be my friend a silk batique I was hoping she would hide the flab which she usually does but today she was supporting my worst enemy weight. The waist refused to hide and the ass just seemed to grow into a entity of its own.
Ten minutes and I finished draping the saree, I looked into the mirror and smiled, A saree is a friend that never lets you down, it began as a struggle but later she gave in, somehow she hid all the ugly in flows of silk and made the ugly beautiful.
A long shot to make me feel better
In a world where it is so easy to give in to the ugly side, as the crusaders of the saree we know how forgiving the saree can be, maybe next time somebody or something shows us their ugly side we wrap it in the flowing silk of our goodness. Because nothing feels good as pure silk.
When people call you selfe queen for a reason
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We do, atleast I do, the bunch of fries ( which is one of my favorite foods, I mean have u taken a bite into the crunchy warm goodness of a potato fry ) makes you forget all the shit you are going through in your life for a moment got to my ass refused to let me be, not even after it was covered in yards of fabric.
This blog post is turning out to be more of a food blog today, but then " Is beraham duniya main " food is our only friend most of the time. Somebody got that right when they invented chat, there is nothing that a plate of Pani puri cannot fix.
Coming back to my ass, so depression hit when I was getting into a blouse and the button broke. I think every woman has a moment where she realizes that she can no longer say that its not fat its just healthy or its not that bad. For me the moment came yesterday when I was trying to get into a blouse and the button broke. The moment had come and mentally I gave a sad teary farewell to my samosas and french fries.
I dared to take a close up
I picked another blouse and it fit ! (Thank God ! ) though it was little tight ( the blouse used to be lose I started draping the saree and she just refused to be my friend a silk batique I was hoping she would hide the flab which she usually does but today she was supporting my worst enemy weight. The waist refused to hide and the ass just seemed to grow into a entity of its own.
Ten minutes and I finished draping the saree, I looked into the mirror and smiled, A saree is a friend that never lets you down, it began as a struggle but later she gave in, somehow she hid all the ugly in flows of silk and made the ugly beautiful.
A long shot to make me feel better
In a world where it is so easy to give in to the ugly side, as the crusaders of the saree we know how forgiving the saree can be, maybe next time somebody or something shows us their ugly side we wrap it in the flowing silk of our goodness. Because nothing feels good as pure silk.
When people call you selfe queen for a reason
Instagram : Madhurimanaidu
Faceboook : https://www.facebook.com/sarinstyle/
Please do share, like comment on the page...one second of your goes a long way in encouraging me !
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