Expectations..BLAH

At school, you write a lengthy, cohesive, productive, “to-do” list of tasks you wish to accomplish, then when you get home...it’s all s'mores and vines.  

Then precalculus exists.
Zayn Malik gets married.
You accidentally offend someone.
Your mom insists you become apt in the art of making rotis.
Your crush wants to nikkah someone (N O T  Y O U).
Free body diagrams aren’t what they sound like. #ModernDayHippieMovement? I think not.
The big takeaway here is that stuff happens. 

People don’t like you, you aren’t satisfied with your grades, that one annoying kid in class still breathes, etc. Don’t let it bring you down though. Your happiness doesn’t depend on the numbers stamped on a paper. Your worth is not determined by how many people commented on your wall for your birthday. And well, that kid is a creamy loon, so HA.
And although you may agree with all the statements above, I’m going to inform you that they’re all wrong.
Your grades determine your standing and future. You don’t know why, but how many likes you got on your most recent profile picture annoys you more than you think, and that’s okay.
And that annoying kid? He’s still a loon.
And your crush, he’s a jerk. If he’s too slow to realize that you’s a dime plus ten billionteen, his loss. You didn’t get into your dream college? Life’s not over. Your rotis aren’t round? Round rotis are overrated.
I bet Deepika’s rotis are round, though.

AHEM.
POINT IS.

We’re always so worried about people’s expectations and the *gasp* “LOUG KYA KAHENGAY?!” (what will people say) that we often forget what we want. Who cares if Shagufta Aunty disapproves of your gpa? Her son resembles a snappy chihuahua and never even attempts to make small talk with your Dad. Also, he’s ten.

Let’s stop living for other people. Let’s be fat, let’s keep our promises, let’s trim our bangs by ourselves. Let’s wear desi clothes in public, let’s embrace who we are and appreciate our backgrounds and skills.