You know, there was some discussion going
on between my friend and me. And while
explaining my point to her, I connected
something I had read a few days ago and came
up with this line: “Good for me, not for you –
and that’s okay.”
There are some things about us, or in us, that
we’ve never really noticed or never had a
problem with. And if someone else doesn’t
like those things, then honestly, that should be
their problem, not ours.
Do you agree with this?
Like – our skin color, our weight, a big mole on
the face, our hair, our decisions, our work or
even our opinions and much more…..
Maybe I won’t be able to explain this article
properly – but what I noticed definitely forced me
to think, bro.
When Words Create New Feelings – Not
Meant for You
I have a friend whose family has started
preparing for her marriage.
You know, the whole process – finding a “good”
boy.
And usually, when marriage talks or
preparations begin, girls are supposed to feel
happy, right?
Excited. Dreamy. smiling.
But during this whole process, something
changed.
In the last 6-7 months, the boys who came to
see her made her feel something she had
never felt in her entire 22 years of life –
that she is fat.
A girl who had never thought this about
herself suddenly started feeling insecure.
she began trying to lose weight.

And of course, she told everyone, “Oh no, I’m
not doing this because of anything.
I’m just losing weight for myself. My choice.”
She kept lying – to others and to herself.
Because obviously, the thought that never
crossed her mind in 22 years
somehow magically appeared now.
What a coincidence.
If it feels right to you, It’s enough.
She was happy with her truth. She saw herself
as beautiful – and honestly, not just her, all of
us saw her as nothing but beautiful.
But now, suddenly, she thinks of herself as
overweight.
Earlier, neither did she ever feel that way, nor
did we ever feel she was overweight.
But now, maybe…she has turned other people’s
opinions into her own.
Marriage was meant to be a celebration,
not a constant source of stress.
And maybe now, marriage has become more
of a stress for her than a source of happiness.



I was a bit hesitant to share this incident, but I thought I’d go ahead.