Hi there. I am the one who you walked past when I smiled at you this morning, the one you conveniently ignored at the college fresher’s party, the one you choose to stay away from at your office, and the one you check out every once in a while but not because you like her but because she is too, umm, ‘fat.’ Yes, that’s what you called me when you told your friend to check me out, didn’t you? That’s all that I am for the world – fat, chubby, plump, curvy. No one wants to look beyond that. No one wants to know who I am, or what I do. Being fat is how I am remembered.
I get mocked and made fun of by my very own relatives, leave alone strangers. It’s a sad feeling and I can’t even speak up. But I have kept mum for a very long time now. I can’t anymore. Being someone who is not society’s version of thin is hard in our country. I wish I could tell this to everyone:
For others like me, I know it gets really tough sometimes but be confident, women. Don’t let the scale of the weighing machine let you down. I’ve lived in misery for a big part of my life, but no more.
Of late, I’ve become more and more comfortable with who I am. In fact, I’ve started loving myself. After all, I am much more than my body. And so are you.