I stepped into a new world with a bag full of dreams,fantasies.I put on my favorite kurta which amma gifted me. Actually it is my first day at college. The thought of making new friends excited me. Soon I stepped into this new world I met some strange eyes giving me strange looks .
“Look at her she’s so fat and dark”.
“Bro don’t forget to checkout her fatty thighs and chubby face”.
“god! she’s so curvy lemme checkout her”
what a great welcome it was,some were mocking at me,some whistle whenever I pass through the corridor. I was trying to run as fast I could trying to escape from the harsh reality. What were they trying to prove me with their cruel words?. This trauma continued daily.
I just walked off bending my head low avoiding eye contact with others. Soon I sat in a corner and took out my diary to write.
“where have I landed?” – asked my inner self
A place where where were fair means very educated?
A place were skinny, fatty are not allowed to exist.
A place who is not sure with it’s own definition of beauty.
A place where every next girl cries secretly.
A place where my intellect is measured by my length of clothes.
A place where branded clothes take authority.
A place where I need to express myself secretly through a poetry.
A place whose ideal address is 36-24-36.This place was never of my dreams.This place holds the reason of my every scream.
I can’t give up. I was taught to be tough. These people tried their best to make me feel vulnerable. This is definitely not what I deserve. Will wait for the day until my individually gets recognized . I don’t need to get in shape, They need to shape their mind. until then?? let them call me FAT but I believe myself to be PHAT.
and I again stepped in the place holding my head high .