It's May already. Which means, it's that time of the year when most of the kids look forward to the blissful two months of summer vacations. Obviously, schools try to spoil it with bundles of holiday assignments; but nonetheless. Vacations are always special. Moreover, I've no summer vacations now. Started working and what not, bro.
But I have this particular fond memory of my school days when I used to be fat. And how I used to dump my school uniform into the cupboard to not see it for the next fifty to sixty days. Needless to say, I would gorge my way through the summer. And wear loose breezy clothes that made me uber comfortable in the heat. What else are vacations meant for? But what would follow was rather disappointing.
My uniform's skirts would not fit me. I would get stuck in them so bad that I wanted to tear those pleats at that very moment! At the same time, my mom would be waiting with a grumpy expression, as if knowing I would not fit into them. Those days, I wondered, if she knew I would get stuck why didn't she just buy a bigger size before hand? Similar situations arose when I had to buy denims. God, how much I hated trying those pairs. I've gone through that phase to know how it feels when those clothes lying in your cupboards for months just refuse to fit you. You just have to stuff them in and buy bigger sizes in a hope that one day you'll go back to the older smaller ones. However, this is no sympathy note for people who feel they are gaining weight. Or already have.
Many people tell me, you won't understand our dilemma because you're thin and your waist size has only reduced in the last two years. Well, it has. No denying that. I'm nowhere close to what I used to be.
But size does not matter, really. Pun unintended. If you feel you relate to even an inch of what I wrote, I just want to share a moment of empathy and tell you, you're your best person. And keep it that way. Always.
But I have this particular fond memory of my school days when I used to be fat. And how I used to dump my school uniform into the cupboard to not see it for the next fifty to sixty days. Needless to say, I would gorge my way through the summer. And wear loose breezy clothes that made me uber comfortable in the heat. What else are vacations meant for? But what would follow was rather disappointing.
My uniform's skirts would not fit me. I would get stuck in them so bad that I wanted to tear those pleats at that very moment! At the same time, my mom would be waiting with a grumpy expression, as if knowing I would not fit into them. Those days, I wondered, if she knew I would get stuck why didn't she just buy a bigger size before hand? Similar situations arose when I had to buy denims. God, how much I hated trying those pairs. I've gone through that phase to know how it feels when those clothes lying in your cupboards for months just refuse to fit you. You just have to stuff them in and buy bigger sizes in a hope that one day you'll go back to the older smaller ones. However, this is no sympathy note for people who feel they are gaining weight. Or already have.
Many people tell me, you won't understand our dilemma because you're thin and your waist size has only reduced in the last two years. Well, it has. No denying that. I'm nowhere close to what I used to be.
But size does not matter, really. Pun unintended. If you feel you relate to even an inch of what I wrote, I just want to share a moment of empathy and tell you, you're your best person. And keep it that way. Always.
