Recently I came across a post/video by a high-profile designer who bragged about how she thought plus size women weren’t “fit” for getting married in the size they possess and how she can’t tell them blatantly to lose the weight but would ask them to work on themselves. Now for those who are aware and have met me personally know that I am a plus-size woman myself and I advocate for all of the women; size doesn’t matter to me, it doesn’t make me question someones ability to succeed in their career and their ability to have an active sexual life either. I mean this is what I have heard consecutively in these 25 years.

You know, how difficult it sometimes is to stay with yourself when you are a plus size. I am aware of my body fat; I don’t need a reminder in any form of sarcasm or attack. The thing is that I am a foodie, and I can’t do shit without eating; it is an integral part of my life. The problem is that people only see me as a person with weight, what they don’t realise is that I went through a setback in these 3 years due to which I gained and never stopped. I indulged into stress-eating; I have anxiety issues, yet I don’t make it sound like everyone else who has an opinion about plus-size people.

I used to be a size 14, which was very much desirable for me and after moving to Melbourne it drastically increased to 18. I worked 30 hours a week, I had my classes and I had resettlement issues. I am not taking defence to glorify the reasons behind gaining weight, but I want to make these pseudo feminists and others who mock people based on their appearances realise that I was comfortable being a 14 and I am comfortable being an 18.

Now that I have put my point on being comfortable in my shape, I would like to raise awareness concerning mental health. The thing about mental health is that it acts up slowly upon you and before you can think about controlling, it already gets there and makes it difficult to stop. There have been days where I just ate junk food for straight-up 7 days in the name of PMS.

Practising self-care is as vital as breathing. I listen to calming music, natural sounds, or anything that I can use to nerve myself at that moment.

I usually do fine with sarcasm unless it doesn’t invite an argument or have triggers. Yet I believe that people who treat body image as a door to sarcasm are the worst and the shallowest of all. There is one thing about plus-sized individuals that we are very confident in our body; we practice self-care and self-love more than anyone and that we slay AF.

I am in no need to be told by anyone that I can lose a few inches and I’d look prettier or sexier. No, I don’t want your sympathy because I am not undergoing chronicity. I am a very well-read and successful person and I possess enough amount of awareness to pull a conversation on anything that should be a topic for conversation.

If only people could see the person for who the person is, then only they can practice self-love and it surely doesn’t come easy. I feel blessed to have loved myself and will always do.

And as I come to an end of this blog, I put forth the question I have been meaning to ask, when will people stop telling?

I’ll give you a sneak peak on my before and after and Maa Kasam I am a goddamn snack!

So that’s all guys, I mean I have made wrong choices in life and I am no less than any of you. The thought of being judged for no reason kept hovering over and I couldn’t stop thinking to why people can’t let it be? Getting into shape is controllable, but ignoring your mental health and running over it leads to dark only. Please be aware, please make people around you aware and love yourself.