it isnt easy but one must try.
Everyone called him Fatty...accent wallahs called him Fatz...desi ones called him Mottu.
All ,with the one exception ,that is his mother ,who said he was pleasantly plump ,that's all.
He was popular because he was friendly and he was funny.
He was also popular because he didn't mind if his pals poked fun at him ,he thought it went with the territory...of being overweight.
He was also popular because he was always ready to pay
...at the canteen...
at the coffee shop..
at Mcdonalds.
He was ok with his life.It had always been this way.Since he had always been the butt of all jokes ,he thought that it was the way to be and never would he feel bad about it.In fact he was the one to laugh the loudest .He was ,in short a jolly good fellow ,albeit an oversized one!He smiled at the worst of jokes,sometimes he laughed aloud and sometimes he cracked jokes at his own expense which went a long way to prove what a good natured fellow he was.
Good natured , he was but he was also a sensitive person who hated this public persona that he had built up so meticulously...and maintained so scruplously.After all it gelled with his image...a jolly fellow..a funny guy...the court jester!
He dreamt of being a regular guy ,just like the others .He dreamt of walking in a regular store and buying stuff off the racks like any other regular guy.He dreamt of being with girls and not being their best friend but an object of desire for them.He dreamt and then took a look in the mirror which showed him the reality of who he was ,he got depressed and walked to the fridge and ate all that was in sight to alleviate his depreesion.The depression did not move an inch but the weighing scale did ..up and still up.
It was sad ...here was a perfectly smart and intelligent guy trapped by his body image ,into thinking that he was a funny fellow just because he was overweight.It was sadder that he had no idea that what made him unhappy was this ...this deep place in his heart that hurt when someone laughed at him or worse ,when he laughed at himself.
After spending a really nasty time during a social event along with his friends who were just a bit too cruel that day , he came home,refusing to talk to anyone. He wanted to be left alone and nothing else.Later when all his family was in bed , he cried.He cried as if it was the end of the world.He cried as if he would never laugh again.
He cried ....and cried.
Then he got up to raid the fridge.He ate as if it was his last meal.He ate as if he would never eat again.He binged for a week.Then he felt ill, promptly.A week...ill..at home...so called friends ...visiting...calling..just to poke fun at him!
He would show them all.He would.
Yes!
Will power was a fire that burnt in him.
No more would anyone poke fun at him...Not again ..never again.Each day that was brought a new resolve,each night brought a new determination.Diet plan,work outs ,jogging and gym took the place of burgers,pizzas and lounging in front of the TV.
Some days were bad...others worse... but he stuck on.Stick on ,he did.Whatever it took ,he stuck on.No amount of teasing could deflect him,no kind of food could tempt him.He needed to lose this weight and find himself.
It will take some time but he would be who he was meant to be....a winner.
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