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