A Long Overdue Love Letter to My Big, Fat Body


A Long Overdue Love Letter to My Big, Fat Body

Illustration: Akshita Monga


ear brain, I need to you to be quiet here for a moment, because I’m talking to the rest of us. Seriously, shush! You’ve been talking to me and over me for over a quarter of a century and I’ve listened and followed you meekly and reacted to everything you’ve had to say. My life so far has been exactly that – a reaction to your oh-so-cerebral instructions and comments. I am thankful to you for so much else in my life, but right now I’d like you to step down from the podium and let me take over. Because now I’m talking to the other parts of myself – the parts that I’ve spent so long neglecting to accept: all of what the eye can see.

It’s going to be difficult addressing 17 years worth of hating the way you looked, how much you weighed, how even your irises aren’t the same size, comparing you to everyone from your sisters to the girls in the train to even Katrina Kaif and Kareena Kapoor (“if those KKs can be so hot, why can’t you?”). Oh shoot, I’m sorry I ran off in that direction again. It might take a while, but I will be sincere in my efforts to love you.