An Inexcusably Large existence!

As the name suggests, this is about being large. My existence has been bounded by the size of my body and life experiences have been dictated by the limitations of the same. My experience as a large person has been like a box of assorted chocolates. Some days are like caramel filled rich coco experience and others are like dark bitter chocolates. But with the increasing obsession with size zero, I feel that my ‘kind’ is becoming extinct. I am writing this article to publicize size O, a new name for the Obese.

Now keeping in theme of this advert, let me point out some things to look forward to when one reaches the almost sinful size O.

* Expect weight loss tips from the most unexpected people like taxi drivers, a lecture on perils of heart diseases by your maid, and the benefits of power walk by your night watchman.



* Expect dirty looks from fellow commuters on trains and buses for illegal encroachment of space.



* Look forward to the delightful shopping experience characterized by searching for plus size clothes in a nation obsessed with size 0.



* Expect significantly deflated self esteem sponsored by constant doubts expressed by your relatives regarding your prospects about marriage.



* Expect a sudden aversion to plastic chairs, spandex, and anything that has a potential of humiliating your body type.




Keeping all jokes aside, it is time for all the gorgeous overweight people to come together and fight this monopolization of the size zero brigade. We are humans too and want same respect and a dignified existence. Enough of the snickering and pitiful or accusing glances! We want clothes of our size, assurance of good quality chairs in all public places, equal representation in media (not just as a means of comic relief) and ban on fat jokes. We want acceptance, we want approval, and we want appreciation as fellow human beings.

Being overweight is unhealthy, but being a healthy inconsiderate human is almost injurious to humanity itself. I am tired of being dictated by others regarding how am I supposed to feel about my body. I have tried all my life to be normal, a normality, whose credit is based solely on majority. I want to love myself for who I am and not because I managed to become what others wanted me to be like. I want to feel empowered and courageous enough to accept me for me. The entire negativity towards the overweight people is extremely disturbing and calls to mind an approach to life which is based purely on aesthetics and devoid of any soul.

I am fat. I don't feel burdened by it and I don't think it's a huge responsibility. It's part of who I am. It does not define me. I am a phenomenal human, I am God’s child, I am a contributing member of this society, and the keeper of my dreams. I refuse to be limited by the restricted convictions of others and yearn to be boundless to fulfill my destiny without the feeling of inadequacy for my own body. My large existence is inexcusable to many, but for me, it is the only truth I have known about myself. It is me.