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