Monday, 10 June 2013

When They Call You Fat

Indeed, I am an emotional turd.

I am moved by the slightest acts of kindness. I become sappy every time I watch a video of a dog rescuing its owner from under a heap of rubble caused by an earthquake. My eyes glistened with tears, after watching a 12-minute video on YouTube about a former PlayBoy Bunny who embraced Islam. Her story is overwhelmingly inspiring.

I cause my nose to clog with mucus when I watch movies like The Pursuit of Happyness, Titanic, The Holiday, He's Just Not That Into You, Valentine's Day... the list goes on for a mile, but I think you already get the idea by now.

Sometimes the smallest of things throw me down in the dumps, or rile me up like Chewbacca being stabbed in the eye with a chopstick. Mockery on physical appearance get's me flipping my wig. I reach boiling point in less than 10 seconds; whether it is aimed at me or at another individual.

Apparently we live in a world that highly endorses fair porcelain skin, dimple-free thighs, washboard abs, a perfect set of pearly whites, long silky hair and having lots of junk in your trunk scores you more points, hence throwing personality to the back seat. Too often the word 'fat' or having dark skin exude a negative connotation, constantly used to revile women (well, most of the time). Sad, but true.

I'm not saying that I don't scan for eye-soothing qualities in a guy, I do, of course. But I just keep physical attributes that I don't fancy to myself (Well, I try, very hard. Sometimes it slips from my mouth, only to a close friend). OK. Go ahead, judge me. We're all judgmental, aren't we?

And I'm not implying that one shouldn't lose weight or exponentially morph into a whale. By all means, lose weight to stay healthy, to live longer, to be able to catch up with your impish grandkids when you age, but not to please the world. On a spiritual note, God doesn't care if you have a ripped body. Cliche indeed, He only sees the beauty inside His Believers. But we humans just find it very difficult to glue that holy fact to our minds.

The physical-name-calling, will there ever be an end to it? I doubt it, and that sucks. You can't stop someone from calling you fat, or fish-lips or oinky-nose. Probably they are just insecure about themselves, which resort them in mocking other people, and it makes them feel elated, in an ill-mannered way.

It's a cruel world they say, but there's always more good than bad in it.  There are more kindhearted people then there are of those with a beastly demeanor.

So, I guess I'm calling off my table-flipping agenda and celebrate those who bring joy to this world and to my life instead. Cheers to that. :)



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