Her hair was kohl black as it plunged over her shoulders. She had honey sweet lips that were lilac soft. Her bubbly personality cheered everyone around. She received compliments about her appearance very often. She was not proud nor boastful but happy and content with her life. And one day, someone attacked her with acid. The pain that followed was excruciating and the injuries were life-changing. The external pain was healed by experts but the scars in the body and soul remained forever. People who complimented her now sought ways to ignore her.
The institutions that claim to help such sufferers indeed add more to the tragedy. They came up to her not because they cared but use her condition for their advancement. Some used their exceptionally logical minds to figure out the flaws in the girl that landed her in such a state. The typical bandwagon of blaming the victim. She was hurt, she cried. She was cursed, she grieved. She was blamed, she believed. She lived a dark life because someone else could not control his anger and ended up attacking her with acid.
While everyone else gave up their hopes, she evolved into a stronger person. Initially, she was grief-stricken but the tranquillity she attained over time helped her sustain. She realized it was just the face that got disfigured.
It’s high time for us to show what the offender has in return, for when he knows the consequences, he’ll think twice before acting. Pramodini Roul, an acid attack victim turned fighter says, along with the acid seller there should be strict laws made for the buyer to possess the licence. This might help in improvement. However. Things will only change when people want them to and put effort accordingly.
Although the society assumes it has the right to decide about you, their thoughts are vague unless you give them the opportunity. And there’s no parameter to measure beauty for it’s relative and beyond appearance.