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Things I hate about myself

Welcome to my imperfect world.
Today, I want to share something different—something I usually don’t talk about. You’ve read about my likes, interests, and personality in my previous blogs, but no one really knows what I dislike about myself. Whenever I reflect on who I am, I struggle to find the good in me. While most people focus on self-love and what they admire about themselves, I believe it’s equally important to acknowledge our flaws. After all, accepting our imperfections is a step toward self-growth

The thing I hate most about myself is that I’m clumsy. I keep stumbling, dropping things, and making a mess of the simplest tasks. Perfectionism and I? We’re sworn enemies. No matter how hard I try, I can never do anything flawlessly. If there were a degree in messing things up, I’d have a master’s by now!

Clumsiness runs through my veins. Take this, for example—whenever my parents aren’t home, they ask me to lock the house before heading to coaching on my scooter. So, I lock the door, walk to my scooter, and… realize I left my keys inside. Then I have to unlock the door again just to retrieve them. This has happened so many times that I’ve lost count!

There’s one incident that happened -I had been preparing for months to attend a close relative’s wedding—outfits planned, accessories sorted, and excitement through the roof. The day finally arrived, and as I packed my bags, I meticulously checked everything… or so I thought. 

Fast forward to the journey—250 km away from home, vibing to wedding songs in the car, when suddenly, a horrifying realization hit me like a Bollywood plot twist. *I forgot my lehenga!* Yes, the very outfit I had spent weeks choosing, the one I was supposed to shine in.  Panic set in. Going back wasn’t an option unless I wanted the wedding to turn into my personal road trip documentary. Thinking fast, I made a distress call—not to the police, but to the groom’s best friend. “Mission Lehenga Rescue” was launched, and thanks to him, my precious outfit made it to the venue just in time. 
Lesson learned: No matter how well-prepared you think you are, always double-check *the most important thing*—or at least have a reliable backup (preferably in the form of a well-connected best friend).

The one thing I have a love-hate relationship with is my height. It’s *short*—very short. Now, don’t get me wrong, I truly believe in embracing yourself the way you are, and I do love myself. But let’s be honest—there’s a tiny (literally) part of me that wishes for a few extra inches. 
I don’t want to be mistaken for a school kid when I’m clearly an adult. But hey, every cloud has a silver lining, right? The biggest perk? I always get to stand in the front—especially during dance performances. So, while I may not reach the top shelf, at least I get the spotlight!

One thing I absolutely hate about myself? My mood swings. I get irritated instantly—like a switch flipping from calm to chaos. If I’m stressed or if someone intentionally tries to annoy me, well… let’s just say, I don’t hold back. And trust me, I really don’t like people who test my patience. So what happened — it was a school trip . Me and my friends are sitting on the bus. And I was sleeping. Then one of my friends tried to irritate me. So I slapped one of them. If you know me so please don’t ever try to annoy me when I was sleeping. Otherwise, you’ll suffer the consequences.

I m horrible at sports. Like really bad. Don’t ever pick me for your team unless it’s dancing. I don’t know why I don’t like sports. When I was in school I had to participate in sports because I have no choice.

I’m an *expert-level* crier—no, seriously. And it’s not just about emotional movies (though, yes, I cry at those too). It’s *everything.* If I’m hurt, don’t expect me to explain calmly—I’ll be too busy tearing up. Yes, I might be a bit of a *drama queen*, but what can I say? I’m packed with emotions—especially the tear-filled ones. Even the most *normal* movie can have me sobbing like it’s the most tragic love story ever told. So, if you ever see me crying, don’t panic—it’s just my default setting!

The thing I hate most about myself is that I’m not confident. I can’t even express my emotions that much. I can’t assert my real feelings or words to others. I don’t know why? Am I afraid or what? I sometimes feel like whatever I’m doing is correct or not. That’s why I’m afraid to speak.

These are some reasons why I hate myself.

Till then Bye!

I’m signing off and happy reading

My self-management skills!! 👀🥲

Recently my college asked me to submit my resume for the internship. So I mentioned my self-management skills in the resume. Actually, I don’t know I have management skills or not. So, In this blog, you get to know how my self-management skills work.

My close ones know how clumsy I m. A few days ago I came back home, I was traveling by bus alone and when I dropped off from the bus I forgot to take my suitcase back!…… Yaa I know that is so stupid of me. So what happened was when I got off the bus, some auto drivers asked me Do you want to go somewhere? I said no.. because my cousin was supposed to come to pick me up. Then I called my cousin and yelled at her because she just woke up and I told her that I reached so come pick me up. Till here I forgot that I had to take my suitcase also. My father called me and asked did you take your bag with you and I was like where is my bag. When my cousin arrived she started laughing at me constantly. THAT’S BAD. I waited for about 1 hour for the bus to come back and to get the bag back.

Till now I realised when I traveled without my parents I lost or forgot something. This was the second time I traveled alone. When the 1st time I traveled to Jaipur, I lost my locks and also left one pair of my slippers at the station. Actually what happened was it was a school tour, so we were going on the train and accidentally I left my one pair of slippers at the station. The fun fact is I forgot to leave another pair there. I brought another pair with me to home. FUNNY RIGHT!!!!! Yeah u can laugh too! XD

First I lost the lock then I lost the suitcase and next time I m gonna lose myself. Hence proved I was born upside down. And I m not proud at all.

So In all, I have flaws. I don’t appreciate it and still, try to get over it. But most important is I love every bit of myself. No matter how clumsy & stupid I am, in the end, I know that’s how I am. At least all I can do is I can improve.

NOT PERFECT BUT STILL PERFECT!!!!!!