Things did not improve as I gained years and kilos. In class three, I had a class teacher who believed that every kid needed a Valentine, so she would let us take turns drawing out our classmates’ names from a bowl. The person’s name we picked up would be our Valentine for the day. I… Continue reading An Extract from Just me, the Sink & the Pot
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Was she supposed to dislike herself every day? The other girls at school acted like she was the ugliest person they'd ever seen. "You'd be a good catch if you weren't so fat," one said. And then another one thought that she was too big. "Are girls supposed to be small, Mom?" She asked finally… Continue reading A Big Girl
It was her birthday. "Make three wishes," the eager parents said. She knew the answer. "I wish for new books. I wish for a strawberry cake," she said. "And the last wish?" Her mother asked, expecting her to ask for a pink dress. But she wanted something that they couldn't give her. "I wish my… Continue reading Three Wishes
"They think I'm strange," she lamented. The mother smiled. She had heard the same about herself. "You're not strange, child. You are different," she explained. The girl thought silently before asking, "Is being different good?" She answered the question herself; "I am happy and that's all that matters, right Mom?"
One day a classmate asked me, “Where is your lunch?” I told her that I had already had it and went back to my fake laughter and smiles. The others chatted and laughed while they ate from their tiffin boxes. Some brought samosas or ice cream from outside the gate. My hunger pangs got worse… Continue reading Another Sneak Peak at Just me, the Sink & the Pot
Cinderella was supposed to be beautiful. She couldn't be Cinderella. The teacher asked, "Who would like to audition for the role?" She felt her heart fall down. Even if she was brave enough to try out, the others would laugh at her audacity. A fat Cinderella could not exist.
"The chair will break!" A classmate yelled out as she sat down. Fifteen mean giggles followed. She didn't look up as her vision clouded with tears. She could never get used to this. The others went back to their daily lives, not noticing her injured heart.
"I don't want to go," she told her mom for the fifth time. But her mother didn't understand. "What's the big deal?" She shrugged and left. Preeya wished she could tell her what the big deal was without bursting into tears. She had tried telling her friend at school. But her friend was a size… Continue reading Body Image Series 4
She wanted a boyfriend like the popular girls in class always had one. But who'd like her? "I'm so fat and ugly," she told herself every time she dared to have a crush. Her sister told her to just go and say, "I like you." But how could she? Sometimes she wondered if she hated… Continue reading Body Image Series 3