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A woman writes the way the society thin-shamed her and the devastating effects it had on her body image.
Imagine just walking through the body check of the Metro Station and each time the lady who checks, giggles and says, “Aap itne patle kyun ho?” (“Why are you so thin?”) and the women behind you stares right at your body. This is my story. Yes, I am thin. I am not sick. I eat well, but I am thin. And that is the apology I have lived for the longest time of my life.
True, fat shaming is common. We have talked so much about it. But in this whole talk of body image we tend to forget the minuscule population of people, who don’t gain weight. And in India, where from your body to your marital status, everybody can have a question and an advice for, the results for the person, who is going through it, can be disastrous.
It began right at childhood. No, not from my family. My first distinct memory of being labeled as thin was in my nursery class. I still remember that day. That moment. There was this girl, who used to come to pick us from school. As I was handed over to her by my teacher, she said that I was thin, so I needed to be fed more. For a four years old, who truly believed that teachers were always right, it broke my heart. I felt ashamed. I felt less worthy.
That was the beginning of the saga. I have two elder sisters, who were both thin then. It was the early nineties. No matter where our parents took us, people somehow or the other would comment on why we were thin. The one line that I remember most from my childhood is some uncle or aunty asking me with a mocking smile, “Doesn’t your mother feed you?” Now, that I look back, I see that, this was also a way for shaming mothers or in our case parents. At that point of time in our small town, no one must have heard of the concept of body shaming. People generally lived by the notions of the society. So, my parents started having an adverse effect to all this. So, on the dinner table, “eat more,” was the slogan. I started having aversion for food.
Fortunately my sisters gained weight after sometime, I did not. And the journey continued. My parents heard a lot about it. And I do vividly remember been taken to doctors with the only question, “Why is my daughter thin?”
My friend’s mother gave me a nick name because I was thin. And it came from all possible corners. So, what does it do, to a young growing up sensitive girl? It destroys something within her each time. It makes one feel less worthy. There came a time, I hated my body. I learnt to hide myself before new people. Ofcourse my friends never shamed me, so I preferred to stay with them. It was so repetitive and so strong that there was a time, I met a boy on chat, and we spoke for a few months. I refused to send him a photo for two years, not because I thought it was unsafe, but because I thought I was ugly. Yes, there came a time, when I firmly believed that I was ugly. That what happens when you live with body shaming. Your self-worth diminishes.
Deep down it left a scar that says you are lesser than others. A scare that can haunt young girls, like a stalker that can appear anytime and spoil anything.
Now that I look back, I wonder was the size of my waist so important? Was I my weight, which is supposed to be 5 kgs less always? Like some people say, “You are doing well. Everything is all right. Just gain 5 more Kgs, you will be perfect.” What about my academic qualification? What about the years and years of community service I have done since I was a teenager? What about the poems I wrote for national dailies? What about the causes I fight for? What about kindness? What about the friendships I have grown across continents? But then, it always boiled down to 5 kg more weight. As, if nothing I did was enough. The word’ enough’ can haunt you back like a nightmare.
Now, that I have seen life a little more, I have realized that some people love finding that one stop, to bring you down. Maybe they love a girl, who lives with apology. And I really learnt to live with one. That guilt of not being enough. Thin shaming, made me hide, made me hate my body, made me feel lesser than others.
Now, I have grown beyond that. I worked through my fears and shame. Shame that was so unnecessary, but so heavy. A shame that I did nothing to deserve. A shame that I carried everywhere. A shame that stopped me from presenting myself in my best, because deep down, I was convinced I will never be enough.
The thing with thin shaming is that, this is rarely discussed or recognized. That makes it worse. You don’t have many resources. It can feel lonely and dark.
To be honest, am I completely over it? May be 80% of it. Rest can come to haunt at very unlikely times. That is a scary feeling.
I am still work in progress!
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First published at DailyO
Proud Indian. Senior Writer at Women's Web. Columnist. Book Reviewer. Street Theatre - Aatish. Dreamer.
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