A dear friend has filled in for me this week, here she is in her own words, enjoy.
This was one of my nick names when I was growing up. I was a chubby kid; though when I look at my old photos, I do not understand how anyone could imagine that I was a big kid. Nevertheless, I was considered chubby and I accepted it.
I accepted the nicknames too and there were many of them, ‘Toky fat’, ‘Sacculus Rotundus’ (I have no idea about the origins of this nickname but because it contains rotundus or round it was fine to refer to this chubby kid as such), ‘Bessie bunter’ (a chubby comic book character), ‘Ora’ (which in my language, Yoruba, simply translates – FAT!)
I am much older and, yep, you guessed it, I am still…ho hum…fat. No, not full figured, voluptuous or any other politically correct spin we want to put on it; I am simply fat. I am however, grateful that I am not emotionally scarred by the childhood nicknames or negative media. I am also grateful that I am very healthy and physically not unfit.
Regardless of what anybody says, to a great extent, I am very comfortable in my own skin. Ok, I admit. Sometimes I maybe out shopping or in a restaurant etc and someone would walk past in a pair of skinny jeans and for a flitting moment (usually, as I am consuming a big mac) I imagine it could be me in the skinny jeans but that’s all it is – FLITTING – because I soon snap out of it. My milkshake is at stake (rhyme genuinely unintended)
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