Weighty issues with weightless people

Happy Youth Day!

I don't wish to be a youth again but I do miss my 24cm (oops, I mean inches) waistline and 44 kg marking on the weighing scale! Not that I don't love myself (I do love myself to bits, jiggly fats and all and I thank God everyday that I am still alive and kicking!) but if only to shut some people up.

I'm trying not to be obsessed about my weight issues but looking for healthy and reasonable ways to lose some weight as I am fully aware that the excess baggage is detrimental to my health. But it's hard not to think about it since I've been reminded of my excess weight 3 times just last week. Sigh.

#1 Someone close tells someone closer that I've put on a lot of weight. Oh gee thanks! I really needed someone to point that out to me. Why didn't I realise this before?

#2 A stranger (shopping beside me) tells me that an outfit is nice and I should buy it. I said no, the design was not to my liking. That someone says I should because it's very nice and it would fit me. I decline politely again. She says she would buy it for herself if she could but it was way too big for her. However, she insists, it would fit 'my size'. That outfit was a size 'M'. That stranger was really scrawny looking. Guess she meant well but it also meant that I've been firmly promoted to a full-fledged fatty.

#3 An acquaintance (whom I find boastful and whom I try to avoid) tells someone he had mistaken someone else for me. When he realises his mistake, he agrees (loudly) that it could not have been because, he says (to me), 'Oh, cannot be, unless she has lost a lot of weight'.


Uh-huh. So there really are plenty of people concerned about my not looking as thin as before (or worse still, thin like them) more than I am concerned about myself.
Funny, I am more concerned about my spiritual growth as a human.

I'm not really rattled nor do I feel hurt that they say such things. I'm more amused, actually and an incy wincy bit irritated. Ok, I lie. I'm very irritated.

So, I am fat. Aiyoh, you may be thinner than me (yadah, yadah, yadah, whatever) but what the heck does it all mean? I'm confident of myself the way I am and though I prefer to keep mum about intimate details, I've been told I'm still sexy (yes! unbelievable but true!). This is a shallow knee-jerk retort on my part but can you look at yourself in the mirror and love yourself? So there! Eat your thin hearts out! I've got better things to do. (But first, my shallow self has to go admire and appreciate my fuller boobs now that I'm a full-fledged fatty. Yep, the silver lining; bigger boobs come with the territory).