This word floods me with a lot of memories,
starting from my childhood days,
when my mother used to worry
why is my daughter so thin?
I remember her scolding me for being a picky eater.
Visits to doctors with complaints that my daughter is hardly eating,
and bottles of tonics, syrups, ayurvedic concoctions
all meant to make me put on weight,
but my body had a mind of its own,
and the medicines had to accept defeat
in front of its stubbornness!
My teens were no different
no wonder what I ate,
i would never put on weight!
My parents were really worried,
but many of my friends thought me lucky,
for they were trying their best to shed their extra kgs!!
They would envy me, for they thought me slim!
Ha! I would often correct the term
and the apt word I tell them
to describe my physique was “thin” !!
There were many who made fun of me,
comparing me with sticks and reeds,
and I would laugh with them,
what else could I do?
Even today, nothing has changed,
I am still thin, and often everyone makes fun of me,
but i no longer feel bad,
for I have at last accepted
that “I am thin, and I am happy to remain thin“.
My being thin was never deliberate
no dieting or excessive work-outs
I eat according to my hunger
can’t do much about my physique, i realise,
and learnt to accept it with ease
its others who always feel bad for me!
its others who mock me!
but i no longer care,
for being thin,
is no sin.