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