#growingupdesi

[yayitsabi]

One of the reasons I guess why desi parents push their daughters to pursue biology is maybe because they believe they won't have to give The Talk to her...Making it easier for themselves, I see. Hmmm...

[twittermemesofficial]

#growingupdesi

[fixated-f]

#GrowingUpDesi "I want to be an artist." "No, beta, it's pronounced physicist." Chawntell for Estela Magazine, February 2016 ✨

[neharaysays]

No amount of beauty magazines, movies or men have been able to damage my body confidence as much as Desi “aunties” in social settings. 

“Too skinny.”

“Bechara, those pimples.”

“So tall! Not attractive on girls.”

“Ugly nose.”

“Ugly lips.”

“Straighten your hair.”

28 years and I still struggled extra long in front of mirror before every family/community gathering. Until last night. Last night I swallowed and spit all the fucks to give. And I looked good while at it. 

[pvky]

Oily Triangular Hell

aunty: eat, you look starved

me: no, really,i'm fi...

aunty: *proceeds to bring out entire kitchen (with samosa's)*

me: ...

aunty: *piles 3 humongous oily triangular beasts onto a saucer she calls a plate*

me: *proceeds into oily hell*

*Doesn't have to eat for a week*

[iusethisformemes]

This is getting too real

[jeanprouvaires]

people who use rice cookers to cook rice are so weak

[shesgotablog]

When you’re the middle sister but probably the weight of both your sisters combined and always mistaken for the older sister and also told by aunties that you look really -healthy- as you bury yourself into cardigans

I forgot where I was going with this… Maybe I was going to make a witty post but honestly, I just thought back to an awful memory of when I was probably about 14 and it was Eid. My clothes were too tight cause mum just bought mediums so that we could all share clothes (Indian dresses are expensive), the arms didn’t fit, my breasts were squashed into my chest and my arm fat was poking out of the half sleeves. I wore a cardigan cause that’s what I knew, I felt safe in it. Even at school I would always keep my jumper or my coat on. But this time my older sister laughed and said how I look like a fat old aunty, and my mum agreed. I cried a lot, and they said it was my fault for being fat.

After that, I remember locking myself in the bathroom saying I was too sick to go places.

Everyone kind of laughs about it now but wow those were shit times. So to anyone who can relate, it isn’t always gonna be shit