Broken Crayons Still Color

Recently on Facebook, I came across a story of a Morocco TV anchor running a tutorial for abused women on how to hide their bruises caused by domestic violence; she was trolled and was reprimanded as if she was supporting domestic violence in some twisted way, and it got me thinking, Is she so wrong in doing in what she did? “

After all, we sane beings have a reason for doing everything; she, too, must have had one. I slipped into her shoes and walked a few steps, and this is what I realised.

We all have to live, survive all that life throws at us, so why not do the best we can? Why can’t I do something to temporarily hide permanent marks of my painful and not-so-perfect life?
Why should I wear these badges of someone else’s shamelessness? I am tired of people empathising and sympathising with me.
Because that is all lip service, nobody can help but make some sympathetic remarks, giving them the pleasure of being a sensitive human being. Nobody can make my life better, and why should they? I will do it myself. And it’s my choice how I decide to walk my path; beaten, battered head hanging in shame for no fault of mine or beaten, battered still head held high, cause someday things will change and I want to be ready for that day.”

Took off my shoes, and there were a few blisters, but I will proudly show them off. By no means am I declaring that what was done was right or wrong. Who am I to judge what defence mechanism a person adopts to cope with the crap in their life and is courageous enough to share it with others as a possible solution to their problem?

We are taught not to get bogged down by any situation, however hard it may be, a way of showing life you strike and I will bounce back.
Just like a soldier dresses up his wounds and fights back, they too cover their wounds, not only from the world but also from themselves, so that they don’t pity themselves while finding happiness.

Maybe it’s a way of saying broken, we may be, but we still colour.

Guest Author:

Mansi Sharma