Circa 25th Jan 2014, Saturday 'yours truly' was aboard a 20:05 Thane local from CST when at Byculla (and I refrain from the pretense of being politically correct here.. I mean, I'm a self certified self proclaimed skinny and there aren't two ways about it) haan so back to the story -- at Byculla a rather obese woman hopped in and plonked right beside me.
Needless to say she had two dozen pair of eyes on her.
And she was...well, munching on some biscuits. I looked back at the 'audience'.
Something felt vaguely familiar.
For all those times I'm the one rounding up an 'audience', I realized I'd done so because at such points in time I'd turned down the offer to well, munch!
And the 'audience' has that same distinct unwelcoming look about their eyes.
They judge her for eating since she's obese
They judge me for not eating since I'm skinny
Why though..?
You're obese so you're not supposed to get hungry?
You're skinny so you're supposed to induce hunger at all times?
The satirical twist to this is that even someone like me, who takes a dig at her own skinny-ness and at people misconstrued-ness (all in good jest), does a happy dance of her own if someone says either of the following:
"You've gained weight"
"You eat so much"
"You're lucky you can wolf down your favorites without being bothered"
And that^^ to me reeks of something sinister -- to be uncategorized as skinny/lean/thin.. to disown an identity.. my own identity
And I see glimpses of this all around me.. same ole eternal grass is greener on the other side -- obese want to get skinny, skinny want to be anything but skin and bones; the White bask in the sun to get tanned, the un-Whites are going in for whitening creams...
May be I should go grab that midnight snack than be up mulling over these first world problems of mine!
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