I dream of an inclusive world. A place where differences will be respected and the diversity in colour, shape and form are rejoiced.
Born ‘normal’ (will boycott this word from my vocabulary), I was oblivious to differences of bodies with disfigurement. I was certainly conscious of my shape, my skin colour and the reactions I received for the way I dressed and looked. I vied to be beautiful (tall, slim and fair). I resented my curly hair and often slept fighting with God that he had not blessed me enough.
Losing the face by the eat-away liquid at the age of 24 years helped me understand the importance of my body. The sight of the fiery Gulmohar outside my hospital window was a hope to live by. I thanked my stars that I could see, breathe, eat and walk.
When I see you, I see a perfectly etched face, beautiful eyes, nose, mouth, perfectly wrapped in a skin that is plain without any ridges, warped or tight. I see beauty. I appreciate in you what I have lost. I wonder then, why can’t you appreciate what you have and subject me with ridicule and nonacceptance?
We at Palash want to embrace all those who are considered as misfits, the rejects and people who are visually different.
Let us unlock our minds, challenge stereotypes, break myths around physical appearances and voice our rights loud and clear. Let us breathe and bask in the beauty of this life. Let us be so many, that when we are seen we don’t look ‘different’ anymore!