just because i am fat

hello everyone! first of all if you are reading this dakshita then hit a like and comment to show your presence! and everybody say hello to my friend. in case you aren't able to look directly at her or you haven't met her then let me tell you how she looks. she's thin,short and cheerful. quite my type . dirty minded and naughty. she has vampire like two canines and hair so wavy that i could kill for!

And the season’s back when girls finally feel insecure and the most disgusting thing ever on the planet but now I don’t feel sympathetic towards them I need sympathy for my own dear life. I always bluffed about how beautiful a girl is when she’s comfortable in her own self. With her own body and there’s nothing she’d want to hide. Even if she’s curvy, fat or thin she’s satisfied but let me clear it up now. It’s all a trap. Life feels horrible after my realisation of being fat. I am just of no good. No, I haven’t been struck by lightning I am struck with cholesterol! Oh my! It would have been better if I would have been struck by lightning than to face this ugly truth about myself that makes me want to puke all over the place. I never had that coming. Actually I am damn confused about how to explain it. I am at a stage of my life which I thought I’d never end up to. At least not in my teens but I guess the odds aren’t on my favour. Hit me in the face someone?

So, it all started with a very happy story when I and my dearest friends were over to a friend’s house for a sleepover after her tiring dance party. Honestly I’ve always loved dance parties no matter how much my heels ache the very next day there’s something about them that I can’t resist. It isn’t only just the dance party but it’s also about what we are going to wear. basically this is what we talk about weeks ago before we even know the party is coming but since we are girls and girls like fashion and fashion is fun we gossip all day long about how glam and tip toed we’ll be looking on the big day. we all are the suspense breakers as we can’t simply keep our outfit a secret so all you can do with us is that talk about your outfit as much as possible and explain each and every millimetre of it and yes, don’t forget your accessories! I love this topic so much that I can talk about it day and night. As per my record which completely says that I looked glam in all the recent parties I am pretty much sure that I’ll look better in my future outfits too! Honestly I love it when my besties complement me and my collection, the feeling that one gets at that time is unexplainable. So, every time I go out for a much awaited shopping spree before picking out just the right outfit I always keep in mind that it looks exactly the way I want it to look in any party. Not too decent nor too out of the world. I carefully choose my outfit and no wonder how many I have but I always fall for the one in the black. Be it totally black or just a little hint of it. Something is there about it that catches my eye. Well so, this time I decided to wear the dress my sister bought for me from my dream destination Paris! Yes, at first i was freaking out too but I just wanted all eyes on me so I decided to pair that LBD with some black stockings and a pair of black wedges and a prepped up ponytail. I thought I looked too damn hot for it but as I had seen the birthday girl’s dress I wanted to be another showstopper in the room. To my expectation at first everyone was looking at me and admiring me but then if we move this story a bit ahead when I was at my friend’s home one of my tall bestie commented that I looked healthy. You obviously know my reaction very well don’t you? I was like oh my god! What? Do I look fat? Omg! No! No! Noooooooooooooooooo! For god’s sake no! I asked her if she was serious and she nodded which seemed pretty much like a yes to me. Well never mind that I ignored it and cooled myself down but then today during school hours another best friend came up and told me that her mother even said to her that I looked healthier than before. Again you very well know my reaction. Kill me please!!!!????? Why? Why only me? She even pointed out to my diet and told me to control a bit on my carvings and stay away from my beloved chocolates and all sorts of unhealthy things. How can I stay away from them? Can you stay away from your loved ones? Just as I was about to ignore it I sensed a sudden urge to cry and whined like a two year old in front of her with a very tensed face. To give me relief she confirmed that it wasn’t much and that she too looked just like me but like I cared at that time about that. I know they all were just lies. Sad lies. I whined all my way in the recess and asked one of my boy friends to tell me whether I seemed fat from anywhere and he at first took it in a very casual way and replied with a very satisfying no but then he snapped back and instantly replied that my face looked a bit smaller than my body! Oh no! I don’t know what to do! So as soon I rushed home I asked my father to tell me a few exercises which help reduce fat. I feel dumb now rivewing myself in the mirror now since like from the time I have reached home. I feel disgusting not just because I was told I looked fatter but also because I never believed in any of this. Where am the me which said once that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes? Where is that me? At this time I am questioning myself if I actually think that my theories are correct or just fake. Am I not pretty just because of my weight?

chips please?????????

 

 

 

 

 

Hello everyone! It’s me!!! So, today I will be writing about the types of people I have come across till now. Wether it is at a general store, grocery shopping, playing football or even at your own house. There are people who you can’t just avoid

The philosophers

Now, there comes a time in everyone’s life when they can be officially called cracked. Basically cracked people may cut your hair, try to kill you, chase you with nutrella in their hand (not such a bad death then!) or whatever plan they may have but if referring to “the philosophers” then out of all these ways you might just want to bang your head to the wall or kill yourself grabbing the nearest object found. Philosophies are great but not so great when delivered in the speech of erm…. you know!

Like I said that such people can be found anywhere and anywhere means that even a place which is most likely to be of you own but no, these philosophers don’t understand that. So, to prove it let me just pen down an incident of mine with a categorised person.

It was a fine evening, me waiting in my mom’s chamber eating from a bag of chips which I rarely got to lay my hands on. I was on top of the world savouring each and every bite I could get. Ah! What a day that was but like every good thing there needs to be a horrible one too I think I just received my other share of fate too. my mother’s a doctor and most of the times when I was a tad younger I used to visit her hospital and sit there inside her chamber most probably sitting on her chair and eating something. No one had ever uttered a word against it because HEY! IT’S MY MOTHER’S CHAMBER! MY MOTHER DA BOSS!!! YOU NO GOT ANY RIGHT OVER HERE!  And yes, I was right. It was my mother’s property and I was free to use it unless of course she told me not to. Well, where were we? Yeah, me sitting firmly on the chair.  Eating from a bag of chips and when suddenly my mother came in with some patient of hers. Nothing was weird as no one was talking. Me sitting in the corner probably hard to notice but I guess I was audible with that licking and picking sound I was making and the sound of the plastic wrapper squashed and shaked. Suddenly my mother went out of the chamber for some reason leaving that tall man with a turban inside with me. He saw me, then that packet of chips and I was like don’t you dare to even look at my property! It’s mine. My chips! But he kept on looking and I being too stubborn kept on eating. Everything was alright when he suddenly spoke out of nowhere “hasn’t you mom taught you to offer someone first before you eat?” (Silence) (Silence)(Silence) all I could manage to do was squeaking a little smile as he faced his back towards me and then inside of my head I was like WHAT THE HELL! MY CHIPS, MY BAG, MY MOTHER’S ROOM AND I AM EATING , MINDING MY OWN BUSINESSS BUT YOU OUT OF NOWHERE COME AND TEACH ME MANNERS? DO I LOOK ILLMANNERED? UH! I GUESS NOT! YOU SHOULD KNOW WHO YOU TALKING TO MAN! I MEAN WATCH OUT!

While on the outside I was like -_-

As I grew up to be more wonderfulJ :p I realised that even though I thought about it as a good think that someone was teaching me manners be it any outsider who was kind enough to do that. Ah!!! Enough of lies. I actually never felt so when I recalled that incident but yeah, it was weird. I had no comeback at him and even if I had he would have found another reason to call me uncivilised like “don’t your parents teach you not to answer back?” or “don’t your parents teach you atticates?” or anything else but then I think of a re-do of that incident. Maybe what would have happened if I had offered him a chip? Maybe I would have received a thank you or maybe a few words in the honour of the most mannerful girl in the world! Or maybe a bit less appreciation. What if I had just left the room? Maybe my entire problem would have been solved. Only if I would have not been so lazy. But you can’t change destiny. So, most probably it was for the best and to save me from people like that!vvvv