The Story of A Fat Girl

Once upon a time there used to be a fat girl. She was not fat since birth. In fact this girl was the talk of the town because of the way she looked, in other words, S.T.U.N.N.I.N.G!! She was extremely active. Dance was her passion. In fact her parents used to wonder if she'd make a career out of it. She used to spend hours dancing in front of the mirror or just looking at herself. She was proud of herself. And then one fine day, she won a cash prize of Rs. 7500/- for winning a state level oratorical competition, that was the moment she felt the joy of earning and in no time "spending". She developed a love for "butter chicken", "chicken manchurian". In a flash, all the money was spent on junk food. Money was gone but an addiction to fried spicy food was now a part of her being. Pocket money became the need of the hour. Dance was replaced by eating chips and watching TV sitting on the couch for hours, sometimes from sunrise to sunset. The lady was studying in XIIth std then and weighed 47 Kgs.

Years passed by. Initially it was magical. Nothing happened in terms of inches or pounds. But not for long. All the butter started to settle under her skin. Clothes got uncomfortable. Wardrobe kept changing. She started growing up and growing broad, literally. Life went through ups and downs - Academics, competitions, friends, relationships, family, finance all the issues that an indian teenager faces. Eating was soon connected to emotions. Happy? Eat chicken. Lonely? Order pizza with extra cheese. Sad? Guzzle a lot of chips with a chilled bottle of thumbs-up.

Now she is 25 years old and weighs 86.5 Kgs. Life has not been kind to her and continues to do so. Everyday there are at least 20 remarks on how fat she is. Her old (read SLIM) pictures (Facebook) are commented as being someone else's. Her new (read FAT) pictures (Facebook) have a lot of mockery and little or no appreciation. People who care for her provide her tips on how to lose weight and how important it is to do so. Currently, she can't afford a gym. Even if she would be able to afford it in future, the way she has become, she won't hit the gym until and unless it is upstairs or next door.

But then she knows that she is a beautiful person inside. She cares for people around her. She laughs a lot and is extremely understanding. And today when she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt proud and thrilled. Not because she looked any different than how she looks off late. Just because she had no logical answer to what she asked herself "What's stopping you from bringing back the Real You?". All she could utter was....

...Its a new day,
It could be a new start
Its never too late
To listen to your heart.

And yeah she winked at her reflection in the mirror and blew a flying kiss. The princess was back!!