Ms Zara

I watched you suffer for months in CDH, you took your last breath in my arms and what did I do? Went to nursing school and finished what you started!!!🤍
Dear Mum, your firstt Born made it😭🥂🤍
A senior nurse and a Junior nurse🤍
Remmy Kangwa

New zambian registered nurse🥹😭🤎
God, you know I’m grateful teh?

It’s been God, dad and nshima🕯😭

Behold, a Tonga lady was born❤️📍
Happy birthday Miyoba 🎉🎉🎂

Since I’m a year older today Mweene Muyanga II take me to znbc or to see a movie friend of mine😂😂🤭

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Happy birthday to you buddy 🎉🎂🥳
Mweene Muyanga II❤️

Read📍
Some children grow up fighting battles no one sees.Before they even understand the world, the world has already labeled them, “different,” “strange,” “ugly,” “abnormal.” And sometimes those labels don’t come from strangers… they come from classrooms, playgrounds, homes, and even from the mouths of the very people meant to protect them(parents)!
Dear parents, teachers, pupils and students, words are not light trust me😢They carry weight... They settle in a child’s heart and build either confidence or insecurity.. When a child is constantly reminded that they look “different” because of a birthmark, albinism, a disability or any visible condition, something slowly breaks inside. What may seem like a harmless joke or casual comment becomes a lifelong echo in their mind...Children who are bullied for how they look often:
1.Struggle with low self-esteem🥹
2.Avoid conversations and social spaces..
3.Become overly people-pleasing just to feel accepted🥺4.Tolerate unhealthy friendships and relationships😌
5.Grow up craving validation because they never felt enough..
6•Take every “I love you” too deeply because love once felt rare..
When a parent hides a child, insults a child, or compares them to others, that child learns one painful lesson: “I am not worthy as I am.” And that belief doesn’t disappear with age. It follows them into adulthood. It shows up in the relationships they choose... It shows up in the way they shrink themselves in rooms. It shows up in the way they look in the mirror and still hear old voices.
Listen, if a child looks different, that is not a mistake. That is not a curse. That is not a source of shame. The first mirror a child ever looks into is their parent’s eyes. If they see love there, they learn to love themselves the way they are🥺If they see embarrassment or rejection, they learn to doubt themselves sometimes for life.
Teach children kindness,teach them that beauty is not one standard.Teach them that difference is not something to mock but something to respect. Correct them when they laugh at someone. Do not normalize cruel comments. Do not allow bullying to grow in your home or your school corridors.
And to parents raising a child who looks different, love them loudly, Defend them fiercely. Celebrate them openly. Let their siblings see that love please napapata 😢. Let the world see that pride. A confident child is built by acceptance at home.
No child should wake up and look in the mirror feeling like a joke, the way I felt for years! No child should feel hidden like the way I did. No child should feel like they must earn love by overgiving, overloving or overproving their worth, it's not health...
The damage of constant criticism does not end in childhood. It matures into anxiety, attachment wounds, fear of rejection, depression and a lifelong struggle with self-worth. But the opposite is also true: consistent love builds resilience, confidence, and emotional security.
It’s never “just a joke.” It’s never “just teasing.” It’s shaping someone’s future...
Parents, you can do better. Raise children who protect, not children who mock. Raise children who include, not children who isolate. Raise children who understand that being different is still being beautifully human.
Kindness at home creates confident adults tomorrow📌🕯️

Growing up, everyone had an opinion about how I looked🤎
Classmates called me names...
Even people I stayed with made me feel like I was something to be fixed..
I learned to lower my head, to hide my face, to avoid attention… not because I was ashamed of myself, but because the world taught me to be..!
I grew up without friends, because somehow looking “different” meant I wasn’t worthy of belonging📍
I learned silence early.
I learned survival before confidence😔
But about 10 years ago, something changed.
I chose myself.
I accepted my face, my story, my birthmark not because the world suddenly became kind, but because I got tired of shrinking to make others comfortable.
Even today, strangers still stop me on the road to ask, “What did you apply on your forehead?”
There was a time I would hide🤦
A time I would ignore.
A time I would go home and replay the words over and over💔
Now?
I answer boldly, “It’s a birthmark and it’s beautiful😊.”
This mark didn’t ruin my life though...
Cruel words did.
And healing taught me that my difference is not a flaw, it’s my power.
To anyone growing up feeling invisible, mocked, or unloved because of how you look,
You don’t owe the world an explanation.
You don’t need permission to exist loudly....
Your body is not a mistake too❤️📌
I stand today not just for myself, but for every child and adult with a birthmark who was taught to hide.
We are seen.
We are worthy.
We are beautiful, exactly as we are🙏🤎