A Fat Perspective

I'll admit it, I am not thin. Not from any angle. It all depends on perspective, right. A fat girl calls me thin; the thin ones call me fat! In India though its considered a good thing- I believe the technical term is child-bearing hips ( yess, to have nice fat healthy babies, God bless 'em)

Anyway, I decided to join a gym and handle to fattie angle very professionally. It’s always easier to say 'I'll go for a jog everyday or I'll start swimming' but who are we kidding, right? After about three days, all is forgotten until the next time a hot outfit doesn’t fit or the mirror in a store's trial room makes you cringe.

So after weeks of intentionally forgetting, I joined this really jazzy gym with all sorts of exercise machines and a sauna and personal trainers who would give me a lot of attention and so on.

I hate fitness trainers. They are all thin, and always jumping around the place.

My trainer (let’s call her Pinky, coz she wears this hot pink tee which only she looks good in) is one of those chirpy non-sweaty kinds whom I detest! Here I am, trying to twist my body in all ways of impossible ways after a 45 min cardio session, and she s all chirpy and jumping around and saying 'Cmon Arunaaaa, you can do it-- only 30 more crunches'! I give her my most 'die bitch die' look and she just keeps grinning at me! Grrrr!

What was the point anyway? Torture your body, don’t eat this, eat only that! And then look at skinny girls and feel even worse.

I called TiTo that night and she put things in perspective. A fat perspective. 'Be happy with your body, Roonz. Skinny is out, voluptuous is in.' I did not feel better.

Mum says it's about being fit and healthy and all that jazz , but she's a mother right? Typical.

It’s been about two weeks now. Pinky, the evil trainer continues to be chirpy and make my life miserable. I feel thinner, and I have been complimented( ok fine, that one time when I cried in front of Dad and said 'Waaaah, dont I look thin?' and he nodded his head.)

I figured even if I do become thin, some size zero anorexic is still going to think me fat. And I'll never be happy then if I am not happy now with how I look! It’s all about perspective, I tell you.

 Now, where on earth did I keep those chocolate cookies?