“Lose weight in just 10 days.” “This easy exercise will help you reduce that extra flab.” The media and advertising industry splash these headlines at every corner, and that’s only a reflection of the thin-obsessed world we live in. Body weight has become a conversation starter. Every day, I meet at least 5 persons those who consider me lucky for not having any extra pounds. But only I know how difficult it is to manage public perception when you have a skinny body. You can be sure your weight is about to turn into Villain No 1 as far as most people are concerned when even skinny jeans have a baggy effect on you. People laugh at your clothes saying, “Oh! You should buy some T-shirts and jeans from the children’s wear section.” Poor me!
It looks like a scene from a slapstick comedy when your plump friends and relatives ask you for your obviously amazing diet plan – and you remain clueless. Amongst my group of colleagues, I am the only voracious eater who not only finishes my own tiffin, but my friends’ too. My high metabolism doesn't allow my body to gain weight.
But that does not mean I live in body-weight nirvana. People like me are not actually happy or lucky because we eat a lot in order to gain weight and the result we get is ZERO. I have scoured scores of websites, magazines and newspapers in search of the Holy Grail – effective advice for gaining weight. But alas! They are all busy advising only those who have extra pounds and want to lose them. Even the hunky gym instructor doesn't allow me to enter his domain – he has asked me to gain some fat before I start exercising.
And that’s not the end of it. It gets funnier (or more frustrating, depending on which side you stand on) as well-wishers try to outdo one another in cracking jokes over my proportions. My grandparents often tell me to gain weight or else the wind will blow me away. Some of my friends will not hug me because they are afraid they might break something in my body. I always have to wear belts with my jeans or tighten the drawstring of my churidaar so that it doesn't slip off. I always need cushions on my chair because my bottom hurts. Overweight women have several times proposed to exchange my body with theirs, or quasi-seriously offered me butt fat in case I decide to go in for aesthetic surgery. And people don't take my ‘put-on-weight’ diet seriously; they start laughing the minute they find out about it. One of my colleagues often annoys me saying his beer can is fatter than me!
It hurts when you are always the one who gets to adjust in the tightest possible seating arrangement. And it hurts even more when people often – consciously or unconsciously – offend skinny women saying ‘men like curvy women’ or ‘real women have curves’.
Hey, I’m a real woman too. And body fat (or the lack of it) is a feeble, transitory parameter for judging anyone.
Okay, then! I think I shall end this post because it’s time to go for snacks. (I’m on a ‘heavy’ diet, you know!)