Born fat!

When I was born I weighed a hefty 4.5 kgs( a normal healthy infant weighs 2-2.5 kgs).Take that shocked expression off your face!!!naturally I was a super chubby baby..everywhere I would go..people would exclaim”oh!what a chubby baby!!!”(got this info from my mom!)My parents being doctors ,people simply assumed that they fed me a lot of tonic and strengthening capsules…I remember people who would ask me about what my mom feeds me..and there were many of my mom’s patients..who would pester her to make their kids as bonny as I was!!!!
The calories I was born with…I am trying to shed them even now…though I must add quite unsuccessfully:(
Little does one realize that chubby cheeks look cute only when you are an infant….more than plump..I was stocky..I looked really really healthy!!If I ever got into a fight in the school..I would always be the one who would be punished by the teachers..as I stood sulking a la’ Mt.Gibraltar.
I am not fat..in the sense..like ..people who weigh..150 kgs or anything…I just don’t look like a delicate tendril!!!
I see men who fuss around these delicate-looking weak gals…and I sigh knowing very well..no guy would offer to help me…coz I look healthier than most guys.. no one to carry my bags!I don’t look like someone who needs to be carried around…or someone who needs a helping hand..I look more like a gal who can break bones..if made to lose her cool!!!
I just dont invoke the protective instinct in men..and oh! sometimes I do wish someone would fuss over me…
To add to my misery..I have the image of an “outdoors” person…I do love traveling,trekking..and all kinds of adventure sports…not only that..I talk too much..laugh out loudly…and argue about everything which makes people associate me with this tom boyish persona…which seems stuck to me like a shadow:(

When I was in my college..I would diet..and starve myself..hoping in vain to look like a weak wilting flower.But when the haemoglobin level in my blood dropped..and I fainted on the college-stairs..and was bed-ridden(without losing a single calorie)..I realised that I had become weak..but did’nt look anything approaching weak.I decided to wash my hands off dieting forever.

But to think on the greener side of things…my being short and stocky..forced me to develop a sense of humour..I tried to hide my hurt behind witty comebacks…and after some time..the jibes seemed silly..and I started caring less for what people thought about me.Now I am one of the very few people who have a very healthy opinion about themselves.For one,I get to sit comfortably in any small place..owing to the lack of length(though I would do anything for long legs…)I always have leg-space…and its almost like I carry my own cutom-made cushion..everywhere!guys dont like messing with me…when I hit it seriously hurts!and everybody loves to hug me:)

It wouldnt be such a disaster if I were born in the 1960s when looking like a well-fed woman was in vogue.Looking womanly and curvy..wont do when the world is going ga-ga over skinny girly females!!!
Yoga,gym,jogging,power walks..and the rest..I have been there and done that!learning yoga has made me unimaginably flexible…gym helped me tone up..and hence look stockier..and there was a hill in mysore which I would climb everyday…I got cuts on my thighs..but no sign of slimming down.I have trekked to almost everywhere in India…even Himalayas were of no help:(
Friends of mine..who joined me in this quest for slimness..are all fine-looking slim women today…but my fat has been an overtly faithful friend!!!
And if ever the day comes when I do slim down..I am sure..being soft and round would immediately become the raging fashion!
But I think I have made my peace with all the fat cells I house…sometimes I think God had started with a square..and then half way thru…changed his mind and made me.
Well,I’ll be a happy stocky…short gal..than a lotus trying to be a rose!!!
PS:fat cells make real comfortable cushion;)