The Beauty Curse
The dangling empty palm wine cups hung above an omu leaf (palm frond) placed at the entrance of the shrine had retraced my thoughts from my past experiences back to the shrine where I was seated. It was in the late hours of the day. Nevertheless, I was determined to get a solution to my problems.
I watched baba as he bent below-walking out of his inner chamber backwards towards my direction. A clay pot of liquid substance held in his right hand. "You shall sleep in a graveyard for three days. With that, your problems will be over," he broke the silence. Then sat on a mortal.
"How? Isn't there another remedy?" Disbelief and anxiety were all written on my face like a child scribbling on a piece of paper. He stood up from a mortal already turned upside down-the reflection of the portable lantern lit beside a human skull before me enabled me to see the white chalk beneath his eyes. He wore a wicked countenance.
"That is your only solution and you must adhere to it, because I've consulted the gods already," he thundered then made his way to his inner chamber. I rustled my feet out of the shrine after a while. It felt as though I was going crazy, the thoughts of sleeping in a graveyard with evil spirits and dead bodies frightened me that I had to walk back to the shrine to plead for baba to allow me sleep in his shrine; I couldn't walk gently into that cold night.
Just take a look at Jennifer, my course mate, extremely beautiful with nice curves. Whereas, I was the opposite. I was given several ugly nicknames that threw me into depression and envy towards Jennifer. I was never in the category of "The beautiful ones". I wanted to be like her or even better than her, I desired for those attention she normally gets from random guys including her male friends. For months, I battled with inferiority complex and that was why I walked into the shrine to seek for solutions; I need to be more pretty than Jennifer.
I sank in my thoughts and soon, sleep clouded my eyes. Two days later, I headed straight to a graveyard far away from my lodge. I went that far in order for my room mates not to have a clue of my whereabout. I walked into the graveyard, quietly peeping through the thick darkness in search of a place to lay my head. Bones sat dangerously beside a rusted coffin. Fear gripped me.
Finally, I found a resting place. Although, close to a thick forest. My stay in the graveyard wasn't an easy thing. I was tormented by evil spirits every now and then. They took turns coercing me to drink several mixtures and blood from a filthy old pot, threatening to take my life if I refused to obey them. Three days seemed like one month in the graveyard.
When the three days elapsed, I walked home feeling nauseous, the boils on my face grew bigger each day that I almost died. I couldn't breathe easily, my body system changed drastically and several incurable diseases were found in my body system.
You're not defined by what people say about you, don't give a listening ear to those who try to make you feel less of yourself. Beauty doesn't apply to physical appearance alone; you're beautiful inward and outward so don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Love yourself and never stop appreciating your uniqueness.
I watched baba as he bent below-walking out of his inner chamber backwards towards my direction. A clay pot of liquid substance held in his right hand. "You shall sleep in a graveyard for three days. With that, your problems will be over," he broke the silence. Then sat on a mortal.
"How? Isn't there another remedy?" Disbelief and anxiety were all written on my face like a child scribbling on a piece of paper. He stood up from a mortal already turned upside down-the reflection of the portable lantern lit beside a human skull before me enabled me to see the white chalk beneath his eyes. He wore a wicked countenance.
"That is your only solution and you must adhere to it, because I've consulted the gods already," he thundered then made his way to his inner chamber. I rustled my feet out of the shrine after a while. It felt as though I was going crazy, the thoughts of sleeping in a graveyard with evil spirits and dead bodies frightened me that I had to walk back to the shrine to plead for baba to allow me sleep in his shrine; I couldn't walk gently into that cold night.
Just take a look at Jennifer, my course mate, extremely beautiful with nice curves. Whereas, I was the opposite. I was given several ugly nicknames that threw me into depression and envy towards Jennifer. I was never in the category of "The beautiful ones". I wanted to be like her or even better than her, I desired for those attention she normally gets from random guys including her male friends. For months, I battled with inferiority complex and that was why I walked into the shrine to seek for solutions; I need to be more pretty than Jennifer.
I sank in my thoughts and soon, sleep clouded my eyes. Two days later, I headed straight to a graveyard far away from my lodge. I went that far in order for my room mates not to have a clue of my whereabout. I walked into the graveyard, quietly peeping through the thick darkness in search of a place to lay my head. Bones sat dangerously beside a rusted coffin. Fear gripped me.
Finally, I found a resting place. Although, close to a thick forest. My stay in the graveyard wasn't an easy thing. I was tormented by evil spirits every now and then. They took turns coercing me to drink several mixtures and blood from a filthy old pot, threatening to take my life if I refused to obey them. Three days seemed like one month in the graveyard.
When the three days elapsed, I walked home feeling nauseous, the boils on my face grew bigger each day that I almost died. I couldn't breathe easily, my body system changed drastically and several incurable diseases were found in my body system.
You're not defined by what people say about you, don't give a listening ear to those who try to make you feel less of yourself. Beauty doesn't apply to physical appearance alone; you're beautiful inward and outward so don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Love yourself and never stop appreciating your uniqueness.
