Pihu Yadav

The silliest decision was to handle it on my own, to not talk about it and to avoid taking meds. Being in your own hell is bad enough, I can’t imagine being called a whack job for no reason.

You’ll be the prettiest when you love yourself and embrace yourself. You’ll glow when you accept yourself and only then will you find peace.

For me, she is the sister I never had, the one I can share my darkest secrets with, open my book of miseries with, exchange clothes with, and give her everything that she’s ever wanted.

What still doesn’t make sense is that people don’t want daughters and they don’t approve of their son marrying another man, either.

The world is a strange place – it gives you everything you need and then it snatches it all away however it likes.

I can be really dumb sometimes, but it hurts when you point it out.

Again, you’re worth it and so are your tears.

You’re my inspiration, I’m sure you’ve figured that out by now. I love you with whatever I have to give – body, soul, heart, mind – all of them. What is wrong I still don’t understand?

So you’re telling me that calling someone fat to their face is offensive, but somehow telling skinny people to start eating is okay?

Sorry I don’t belong to you.

Did my top reveal too much? Did my eyes spoke too much? Was I being over friendly? Did my body say something that it shouldn’t have?

I have no clue what love is because what we have is far more than that. It’s as natural as breathing, as essential as air and as strong as tornados.

Thinking comes naturally to you, just like blinking.

How did I not see it? How did I not realize that we did not share our worlds? I was just trapped inside yours.