So What If Im Fat?!?

Here’s an anecdote:

I saw this old classmate of mine last week. This was supposed to be the greatest way to catch up with each other after a few years that we haven’t seen each other, right? Well, she looked nice, minus the overdone make-up, I guess. But, I have to admit that she looked way better than before, wearing a skimpy blouse that I wish I also had the guts to wear. I was about to ask how she was, when, after long years of not seeing each other, the first thing she blurted out was, “Czarina, ba’t kataba mo?! Anong nangyari sayo?” Yeah, nice one! I said, “Hello din!” So, instead of the giddy feeling of seeing an old classmate, my evil stepsister alter-ego came along and so, I trudged away from her without even saying goodbye.


Here’s the catch:

So what if I’m fat? So what if I am few pounds closer to being overweight? I don’t need to regret a thing, because I know that I’m happy. But what pisses me off are those people around that are plain superficial to consider the size of your waist as the overall assessment of who you are. Even you try to be nice to people and please them in any way possible, some of them are just too VAIN to function.

I hate it when people judge you by the way you look. I hate it when they tell you to lessen your carb because they say that you’re beginning to appear bloated or something. Isn’t it a person’s prerogative to do so? I believe that self-assessment is a virtue. If you look fat and you think you kind of like it, then be so! And don’t listen to people who mock you for having a waistline beyond 27 inches.

But the problem is, even if you try to ignore them, the things that people say just affect you somehow. Maybe blame that to our subconscious. I know it’s entirely pathetic to share this with the world but because of these superficial people, I’ve been contemplating with the feeling of low self-worth. I know I shouldn’t have to, but I just cant help it when people see the way I appear – a fat and ugly girl who looked too withdrawn to be interesting.

I know there’s this thing called aesthetics, but I guess the way we see beauty is relative. Yeah, right… I guess I have to explain that to people who knew nothing but judge you by the way you dress up or the way you comb your hair – a tough job, that is. So, please... have mercy. I know I’m fat. I know my face is bloated and my waistline is, ehem, beyond. But people don’t have to tell it in front of my face. Yeah, when the leap of fate would surface, I’d do something to lessen my excesses. So can you please do me a favor? Stay out of it. (haha..bitter ba masyado?)
Nakakainis kasi eh, sobra!