Disclaimer : I will not come across as someone who can be even remotely called "fat". Au contraire. I'm often branded as the tiniest being in any surrounding.. Doesn't help my cause further as I'm known among all the 4 floors of my 'official' place, including the ground floor, and also the other part of the 'official' place located a good 30-odd kms away, as "Chhotu"! (I can already visualize the the other one gloating away to glory)
And the fact that I'm forever left searching for clothes my size, again doesn't help my cause.
It further hurts, when the sister gets clothes size 0 for me, and they fit! *too much bleh, I tell you*
And hence the "disclaimer".
Coming back to the post. "Fat Post". Yes. And I mean very word of it.
I am hard wired to have my fat-days. Yes. And there's no cutting across it. So yes, fat days. And therefore fat-days-clothes (read : those very specific denims, tees, shapeless dresses(for a better and a more accurate fashion term: shift dresses), shorts(yes, i even have shorts for my fat days), even certain formal pants(fat-pants, as i call them) and my all time fav pyjamas and my Man's tees)! Whoa! That almost described a third of my warbrobe!
And then I am a sucker for good food, both good-looking and good-tasting. Which further doesn't help my cause, as any day-out or night-out or any-kind-of-out venturing with my Man, by default, involves food. And no, not the regular kinds. We are definitely posh. And we don't care about the rest in such matters. And the days which don't involve any kind of outs, we cook! And yes, that's also additionally fancy, for we eat up the entire volume that we cook! And not to mention, those infinite in-between indulgence by him (read : chocholates of the darker variety, and like stuffs). And it's absolutely gut-wrenchingly heartbreaking to say no to him. So, another reason for my fat days. Rather "feeling fat" days, when the guilt takes control!
And the latest being my mother's obsession dangerously bordering on fanaticism. For about half -a-year now, her sole goal has been to fatten me up. And she's been relentlessly going at it. It started from incresing the oil amout, increasing the number of dabbas in my lunch, and so on.. But of late, it has taken a turn towards hysteria.. sudden fear that since her daughter is really skinny, she might drop dead any moment! And she won't even realise! *Moms, I tell you!* To be fair on her, a certain real-life incident (and NO, yours truly is NOT involved) has made her more paranoid. Do you still take your vitamins? Do you take that tonic? Everyday? Or do you skip? and the likes of it.
Plus these days, it is being backed by another valid reason. "You have to look presentable for the wedding! At least, sari porle jano bhadro laage. puro kaath emni tei"
so yes. i am entitled to my fat days.
picture can always lie!
And the fact that I'm forever left searching for clothes my size, again doesn't help my cause.
It further hurts, when the sister gets clothes size 0 for me, and they fit! *too much bleh, I tell you*
And hence the "disclaimer".
Coming back to the post. "Fat Post". Yes. And I mean very word of it.
I am hard wired to have my fat-days. Yes. And there's no cutting across it. So yes, fat days. And therefore fat-days-clothes (read : those very specific denims, tees, shapeless dresses(for a better and a more accurate fashion term: shift dresses), shorts(yes, i even have shorts for my fat days), even certain formal pants(fat-pants, as i call them) and my all time fav pyjamas and my Man's tees)! Whoa! That almost described a third of my warbrobe!
And then I am a sucker for good food, both good-looking and good-tasting. Which further doesn't help my cause, as any day-out or night-out or any-kind-of-out venturing with my Man, by default, involves food. And no, not the regular kinds. We are definitely posh. And we don't care about the rest in such matters. And the days which don't involve any kind of outs, we cook! And yes, that's also additionally fancy, for we eat up the entire volume that we cook! And not to mention, those infinite in-between indulgence by him (read : chocholates of the darker variety, and like stuffs). And it's absolutely gut-wrenchingly heartbreaking to say no to him. So, another reason for my fat days. Rather "feeling fat" days, when the guilt takes control!
And the latest being my mother's obsession dangerously bordering on fanaticism. For about half -a-year now, her sole goal has been to fatten me up. And she's been relentlessly going at it. It started from incresing the oil amout, increasing the number of dabbas in my lunch, and so on.. But of late, it has taken a turn towards hysteria.. sudden fear that since her daughter is really skinny, she might drop dead any moment! And she won't even realise! *Moms, I tell you!* To be fair on her, a certain real-life incident (and NO, yours truly is NOT involved) has made her more paranoid. Do you still take your vitamins? Do you take that tonic? Everyday? Or do you skip? and the likes of it.
Plus these days, it is being backed by another valid reason. "You have to look presentable for the wedding! At least, sari porle jano bhadro laage. puro kaath emni tei"
so yes. i am entitled to my fat days.
picture can always lie!
One of the reasons why mothers want kids to look "healthy" - You have to look presentable for the wedding!
ReplyDeletehahahaha! looking reaonable seems like the ruling argument with my mother these days. and of course, the "food" rules (pun!)
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