Chapter 10: Love’s Cure

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I loved dressing beautifully once. I had beautiful, unique dress collections and matching accessories, different colors of nail polish, nail polish remover to change my nail colour often, and different lipstick shades. But at one point, life put me in a place where I lost interest in dressing colorfully. Wherever I went, I just dressed up with whatever I got in hand. Many beautiful dresses, cosmetics, and ornaments slept for a year.

And in that state, a man started loving me — a pure love. He loved me just for being myself, just the way I am. Whatever I am is his favourite. He loved me even with my facial hair, my hairy hands. His pure love was admiration for my inner beauty. It healed me and burnt all my insecurities.

It made my life colorful again. All my sleeping collections of dresses, cosmetics, and accessories woke up.
Now I love getting ready like a child who admires a beautiful elder getting ready with eyeliner and lipstick.

It’s not for attraction. This man’s love brought me self-love.
See how life works —
One man broke all my respect and injected insecurities in me, and another man acted like an antibiotic, removed the poison of insecurities, and injected self-respect into me.

There are many people who say they love, but in this world pure love and healing love are often mixed with fake and hypocritical love. It gets camouflaged. Having pure love is like having a rare gem. Sometimes it comes to you, but it’s difficult for blurred eyes to filter it from the fake ones. Pure love doesn’t destroy you or ask you to lose yourself. Pure love makes you grow, glow, and heal — and become the best version of yourself, for yourself and for the one who truly loves you.

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