From the Diary of a Fat Woman: Love Knocks Her Door

Dear Diary,

My Mommy used to say, "Who is going to marry a fat girl like you? Moreover who the hell ever going to fall in love with you?" 
And I would back answer her brutally,"Some Prince Charming who is going to love me for who I am rather than someone who would feel embarrassed at my cheese and butter fed body."

Deep beneath I knew that this wisecrack wasn't even amusing my heart. I was doubtful. Was she right ? But then, Is it wrong for a fat woman to demand love ? Can't she anticipate a creepy ring waiting desperately to dazzle on her finger ? Is it only meant for those feather weighed folks ?

Remember, once I told you,"Love became my inspiration and I contemplated what had made me feel miserable about myself for years" ? 
Well! This is how it happened.

Friendship was my favorite book and every chapter had one name printed on it. I started presuming that no other character could ever dare to invade in. Nevertheless, it would always be a dream. Love would be a dream.

It is said that there is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment. This turned into obnoxious reality when I wasn't even expecting those winds to flow down my lane. I had a romantic flower sprouting in me since life introduced me to sentiments and emotions. Little did I know, my life's spring was blossoming since a leap, gently ignored every time. But this very time, the Cupid's Angels ran with an arrow in every direction with a self made challenge, to shoot at the right destination. 

For, hard as nails people who admitted that love is a far fetched dream for us, this was a challenge ! Rest is history....

-A Fat Woman

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does...

Just For A Maiden- Hope Is A Waking Dream

The chandelier was newly lit,

Awestruck were the eyes of every bit

The fountains, shimmering with pride,

Narrating the happiness of bride

Here came the Bride's Maid,shivering, latent

Seeing the scenario, like hers, but extravagant

Through those realms and passing shots,

All endeavored, then walking floats

Of all the nights and each passing day,

Embarked and shrieking 'they' lay

Moving, running and hiding,
In reality, In slumber, always fighting

With her own thoughts,

And chasing each of them in lots

Here they lay broken, puzzled,

Burning, cringing in their own battlefield

Quick glimpses, White and Red,

Reflecting even in those tears shed

The shower, The carpet, The welcome

Seemed buried up to fathoms

Up the hill, the secluded place,

Where except them, there would be no life's trace

Cut off from the world, their world

Cozily in a chamber, happily cuddled

High security just for a maiden,

Deep love and trust was that foundation

The King sized bed and the cushion lot,

And the way they would have fought

The personal time, the sacred night,

The place where they would have bathed in twilight

Today, Again to those candle lit beams,

She had much to convey

That her life would surely sail,

When slowly she came near the aisle

Rambling through that banister,

Peeping secretly towards the canister

Since it would tie them some day,

One day it would be her day

Then, Two of them would slowly elope,

For, the Solitaire(Him) was her only Hope!

     

And if your Dream Man is making you halt for too long, keep your Hope alive for that one day, YOUR DAY !  

                                                                 

                                                                                                      

From the Diary of a Fat Woman: My Story

Mine is poles apart...

Dear Diary,

Hola! I am a beautiful girl. In fact people call me Cute but all I know is how to smile with all my teeth out. I am far off from obsession. It is considered difficult to find proper sized outfits for "Big" woman like me. Little do they know, if God made creatures like me, He definitely made a wardrobe for me to fit in. I am the most charged and frantic person when it comes to showing up in parties, social gatherings and family functions. I am quite sure that the fashion statement I carry is far much in and better than what I see people draped in around me. From a short black dress to proper Indian attire, I have tried all that our designers created basically for slenderized (skinny) people in my disfigured body itself. Moreover my roommate has serious complaints of me having too many accessories, clothes and foot wears which actually makes it difficult to dump them in a 10x12 feet territory we own.

When folks peep onto my extra inches of waist, I simply ignore for I know who am I today and few expressions of mockery cannot put me to a deep drowning depression and make me feel humiliated, unwanted, lovelorn. It is as simple as, "Beauty lies in the eyes of a beholder."  Following the simple words We are the change we seek, I recognized the beauty in me. Love became my inspiration and I contemplated what had made me feel miserable about myself for years. How could I expect others to appreciate me unless I learnt to love myself? This one thought changed my perception for life and today this so-called-fat-girl is happy to be who she is and adores her enormous curves, enjoys her gala time and wears everything "she likes."

Let people babble whatever they like, my job was to summon upon the fact that Love yourself till you live kyunki zindagi na milegi dobara...

-A Fat Woman

Sarcastically, If you have a fat friend there are no see-saws, only catapults. Remember, Self-Love is the crowning harbor of life.
-Demetri Martin

From the Diary of a Fat Woman: Their Story

Dear Diary,

Hola! I am fat ! That's what people acknowledge me as rather than remembering what my denomination is. Whenever I plan a walk out of my home, I find stares and giggles accede me. If someone is bold enough, he would scream to the top of his lungs,"Aieee Moti." But this is just one instance.

I am dignified to have the skill of observing people from far off and give a hundred percent accurate result of what are they thinking or talking. While driving, secretively, behind the shades I can see people chit chatting and then suddenly chalk talk about me, rather mock at my obesity. It seems to be a game for them, while they Chinese whisper and everyone looks back turn wise and chuckle. They have no idea that I am thinking differently. I am wondering, how lucky I am to have been a cause of those smile on their faces. 
When guests arrive home, my father makes it a point to have a healthy debate on my weight though both the parties being against the motion. Mom and sister are facedly diplomatic in such situations for they have many other things to notice than my increasing pounds of weight. Dad would tell me how insulting he feels when some relatives suggest him ways to reduce my weight. A genuine question bumped my head then. Was my father's respect in society more important than the love he had for me ?

My friends, Ahh ! Even the thought of them draws a happy grin on my face. Family they are now. This self made family of mine considers itself proud of even sharing a public stroll with me. This understanding factor is too high than that of my by-default family. May be because my buddies are too busy loving me than look at my flaws. For now this is the scenario, they too might undergo the same trauma as my parents in near future.

This is their side of story....

-A Fat Woman

The Devil has put a penalty on all things we enjoy in life. Either we suffer in soul or grow fat. 

-Albert Einstein