I know the
story of a Good girl who was the apple of the eye for everyone around her.
She studied well, spoke the correct words; she did the right things and was
always correct. In her youth, she fell in love with a boy who loved her back
equally. Good girls were not supposed to fall in love. She ordered her
stubborn heart to behave.
She obeyed
her parents to the T, as she was a Good girl and married the guy they
chose for her. Her parents’ choice was certainly not the one for her. He abused
her physically and mentally. She clung to the marriage desperately. Good
girls always had a happy marriage, didn’t they?
She left her career to look after the many
kids that were born in the loveless marriage, where she couldn’t help being
raped daily by the man she had married. Good girls obeyed their spouse, didn’t
they? Good girls chose family over career, didn’t they?
She couldn’t
leave him as many of her friends advised her to do. She was a Good
girl. And divorce was not a thing a Good girl did.
Her in-laws
and relatives made her their slave, made her toil daily by asking her help in finishing
their chores. She cleaned for them, baked for them, baby sat their kids and even
looked after them like a nurse, sacrificing her own free time. She couldn’t
refuse anyone. She was a Good girl, wasn’t she?
Daily she
died a little, daily she ate the poison of regret and guilt. Very soon, she
fell into deep depression and was on the verge of a suicide when her friend
came into her life like an angel.
Her friend
told her that to be selfish for her own good was not bad. It was the only thing
that had the power to bring her happiness. She taught her to be assertive, to
fight for her life and rights. Most importantly, she taught her to listen to
her heart. She taught her to start loving herself and let go of all regrets and
guilt.
It was as
if a veil had fallen off. The Good girl realized that in fact she
was not being good at all. Doing all the things that the society had professed
as good was in fact becoming someone’s doormat. She had forgotten to live,
seeking to look good in the eyes of people she didn’t even care about. In the
meanwhile, she had squashed her dreams, her career and even love.
She
understood that she needn’t do anything unless she really wanted to do it. She
decided to follow the messages of her heart. First, she quit her abusive
marriage and resurrected her career. Her kids loved her and supported her
endeavors. Soon she was able to live a happy and satisfied life.
Now tell
me, was she not a Good girl anymore? I believe that she had become the true Good Girl only then.
I know
there are many such Good girls among us who have forgotten to live. May be you know
one or you yourself is one. Open your eyes and look around.
Ask yourself
whether you want to be that Good girl!
Remind that
girl, who walks in the shadows to hide her tears, to be not that Good
girl. Give her wings to fly!
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