It's funnily ironic, how after 2 years of wearing saree as part of my school uniform, I'm starting the blog. Like I'd mentioned in the previous post, I LOVE wearing sarees BY CHOICE. Not when it's mandated upon me. We all have the right to choose how we dress ourselves and treat our bodies, albeit wisely and not at the expense of our health. My mom would hesitate to wear sleeveless clothes, fearing my dad would disapprove, and am not too surprised when he dissed her even if she thought about it. It baffled me and made me livid and I'd retort with my philosophies. The rest would never go down well. These experiences made me draw my boundaries long ago. I have established long ago that my body is nobody's business. I AM completely responsible for what I put into it and how I present myself is a celebration of my self. If my cleavage and show of my waist bothers you, just look elsewhere. Call me pear shaped, voluptuous or "thicc af" I shape it and own it the way I like it.
Today was one of the "by choice" saree days. I can't do it everyday. Just like if I listen to my favourite song on loop till it becomes my most hated song, sarees too will lose their charm. For an Arangetram I picked this mango yellow soft cotton #Batik which my mom picked for around 600bucks. Yes friends, you're speaking to the new cheap fashun bloggerz straight outta the galis. Paired it with a brocade blouse, and chunky oxidised jewelry, (again mom's!). My friends were almost jealous of how comfortable and soft it looked and I can't blame them. 🤷 Oh and that's me feeding my Gurus' son, Teju, always finding a way back to kids, one way or the other. 😋 .
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