Brought back these thoughts from my walk in the park this evening…
Ahead of me, two women, both overweight, panting as they discuss their maid problems. Watching their kurtas highlight jiggling lumps of flesh all over hips and 'waists', I wonder what excuse they (or I) have for being out of shape. How can we bring ourselves to choose, try on and pay for clothes that scream 'unfit.' Isn't it a sin to saddle this precious, God-gifted body with ugly, unhealthy fat? How can we expect to be happy or make others happy if our vital organs are groaning under layers of adipose tissue, and our self-image is perpetually low? And if we aren't here to be or make happy, then why are we here at all?
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