It is not fun being obese. My feet hurt and something is always dragging me down. Maybe it is shame or maybe it is the all the gravity that my extra kilos need! And then there is the perennial battle with clothes.
After having spent a few years in college as a young woman in the nineties, indulging in idiotic, inexplicable pursuits more outside than inside the classroom, the day dawned when the world started asking the question about what one would be doing
London. Paris. New York. Mumbai. Big cities. If you have grown up in small towns, they are like dreams you can never quite catch – shimmering, beautiful things always just out of your reach. Once when I was in college, I passed
A girl-child in a man’s worldBorn of the same lineageBut lower-birthed. A free spirit – a little fighterLouder, faster, bolderIn spite of being the ‘weaker’ gender. Not less lovedBut lower-rankedAnd always a bit outmanned. Not less specialBut never firstAlways just second or