The Lioness who was Starved

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Born in the winter of 1998 to an English father and half-Indian half-British mother, Zariela was a child with a beautiful, strong aura around her from the very beginning. Her scream right after coming out into the world was loud like a roar of a lioness. That is the reason why I, her grandma, insisted strongly on keeping her name Zariela.

She was a very decent child and would love to play with other children. As she started to grow, she became more conscious than other children her age, and she started acting more maturely than expected from a child. She was gifted. Whenever she used to get onto the stage, she would have first place in her name. By the age of six, she was already a diva.

Jealousy and competition are more prominent in little kids because children do not know how to play double standards; they reflect what they are from the inside. By the age of ten, she used to gleam with power and overshadow everyone around her. By then, she had made more rivals than friends. She became a loner, and her personality started to mold, shift and change prominently. 

From the alpha personality that she became, there was a transition period where Zariela had to go through a lot. By the young age of eleven, she had seen the dark side of the world she was living in. Good for her, she could save herself, but trauma and scars were to stay forever. By Zariela’s first teen, she was already an elegant young woman with strong-voiced thoughts and ideas. But her obstacles did not stop. Now that she was speaking her mind, she lost support from her parents. I was the only person who understood. Her silence in school used to come out with piercing truths in the literature and social studies assignments or debates. The day she used to speak, people used to get so intimidated that they started considering her proud, rude, unapproachable, and selfish. She was none of these, even her friends for whom she could risk her life were just using her intelligent mind. 

Somehow it did not take her much time to understand all the double-faced people around her, and rather than being affected by their tricks and fake love, she decided to love herself. The young girl craved to go and hang out, have night stays and enjoy, but she had a tag of “unapproachable and mature” on her head. Other children would always cancel their programs when Zariela was on the attendance list because she would object to any deceitful thing that teens usually do.

The only way she could fit in was by staying quiet. All these people playing with her emotions made her weak. She lost her charm. She decided that the only way she could at least keep her parents by her side was by giving good academic results. Even though they never forced her to bring the best grades, Zariela somehow knew they expected that from her. She gave in her all, but her indecisive and mysterious brain would not support her in her plans. Following set rules was the most demanding thing in her life. She was always the questioning type, yet she had to keep quiet. Soon enough, she was not alone and sad anymore as she had her thoughts to accompany her. Fifteen years old, and she started channeling her thoughts into her dear and lovely diary. She stopped thinking of talking back and proving her correctness. She would simply go and cry her eyes out whenever the burden to control would cross the limits. She became the sweet, mature “girl” that everyone wanted her to be. She caged the inner lioness in her to fit into the societal norms.

After all these hardships her fight from within came under her control. She knew when to bring out the fierceness and when to stay calm. But her battle with the world had just started. Her grades began to deteriorate. Not because she lost her brain cells while controlling herself but because her theories and understanding did not match the conventional things written in her textbooks. She already was an outcast in her class, with no social life, once the diva was now an introvert. Even though she learned ways to be happy with herself alone, she still was a young girl who yearned for people, chit chats and fun. 

She was against the idea of flashy preppy fashion and makeup that gave people another reason to not notice her existence. Days would go by, and she would not speak anything, when she did, she herself would find her voice alien. Her parents would remain busy, and would not bother, after all, they knew they raised a perfectly sweet girl who would never let them down. The only person who was waiting for the unleashed Zariela was me! 

Trying to fit in, she spent another six years until she was 21 and freshly out of college, the day she decided to burn her leash and overcome her starvation. No one ever knew what she had in her mind and her little diary until then. She was the puzzle no one wanted to solve, and suddenly she became the mystery everyone was interested in. Agreeing to her true inner self, she decided to break all societal norms that had her jam-packed always, she burnt all her dresses. Slaying the no-makeup look in her self-designed trench coat and a pair of trousers, she left her home. On her way out, she made sure she stated clearly, how she would have been if she had got the childhood she deserved. No one, not even me, expected such drastic measures!

She became the rebel no one ever imagined. She entered into a program at Trinity College, Cambridge for Arts and History. No one knew she even had an interest in paintings and colors as she always used to be pale. Everyone thought she would go for medicine or something. As she went there, my daughter became tensed that now her daughter would become more old school and a bit more outcast. Two years since we had no information about her. Occasional, "How are you, Grandma?", was the only thing that I got from her.

Until yesterday, when my lioness, my Zariela, came on an olive green Harley Davidson, 2021 Fat Boy 114 roaring through the street. She wore a black leather jacket, jeans, and black Prada Combat Boots. Her tattoos were visible on the neck, and her multiple face piercings were visible after she took off her helmet. I was so proud to name her Zariela. She was expressing herself just the way she wanted. Strong and wild, breaking all the conventions, dancing on her own drum. She later told me that she has been earning a lot from her paintings and murals. Her mysteriously intimidating nature has brought in a lot of compelling eyes towards her and her work. Now she believes in, “life is what you make it”, and she has undoubtedly made her life just like she wanted. No judgments, no comments can now break my girl because she does not crave approvals. Her smile shows her big and warm heart inside the cold overcoat. She has made me, her grandma, proud. She discovered the true power of her sigma personality, unlike me, who remained closeted and bounded to my emotions and society. 

Zariela has now decided to feed the lioness who starved!

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P.S.2: Since you are here you might want to know more about, your personality type. 

For Myer Briggs you can check out here:  Myer Briggs Personality Check!

For Alpha Beta you can check out here:  Alpha Beta Omega Sigma Gamma

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