I am fat! I am ugly! I am horrendous! I look like a whale or a pregnant female. I have a bump in my belly but it’s not a baby. My butt is too big to admire. My thighs and arms has cellulite, my inner thigh jiggles and touch when I walk.
I think hundred times before wearing a dress, and when I do I check hundred more in the mirror to see if I look satisfied. I starve myself to lose some weight, to look some what presentable in the society and not to be teased.
I wake up early morning do my yoga and work out, but to no avail I am still the same.
I consult number of doctors and dietitians. Every time I was measured, they would give me a sad sympathetic smile and say it must be in my bad genes.
So I come back home lost and dejected, see the ugliest bulk in the mirror and hate some more.
I wasn’t like this. Like every young girl I was happy, carefree and lovely. People called me cute. Pinched my cheeks, shared their toys and played with me.
Once I hit the puberty all my friends transformed from caterpillars to butterflies. Elegant, thin, graceful and perfect. I was stuck with the same issue of overweight and PCOD.
But this time I wasn’t so lucky. And my name changed from cute and chubby to Moti, elephant, disgrace, mountain and hippy.
Slowly their words made their way into my head, filling me with disgust. Polluting my thoughts and making me believe their ugly lies.
Finally, One day I couldn’t take it anymore, done the world a huge favour and ended my miserable life. Got rid of the curves I had.
BEING FAT ISN’T A CRIME. SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN BULLIED FOR THIS SOLE REASON, SO MANY HAVE ENDED THEIR LIVES. WE HAVE TO RAISE OUR VOICE, CREATE AWARENESS. NEXT TIME WHEN YOU MEET A CURVY WOMAN JUST SAY