Woes of a fat kid

Dear Dayre,

I think I've reached the end of my threshold for dieting, or my willpower has lost control over my appetite… I wake up and the first thing I want to do everyday is.. EAT.

๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ”๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿœ๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿข๐Ÿก๐Ÿž๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿค๐Ÿง๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฐ

I haven't had carbs (rice, noodles, pasta) for the longest time!

Thing is, it's just ONE MORE WEEK to the end of my #SlimCouture sessions, so I should really be sprinting with my last burst of energy and determination to reach my finishing line!

So depressing ๐Ÿ˜” I will not let myself be defeated by myself!

Being a fat kid for a huge part of my life (through childhood and teenagerhood) is something that has shaped me both literally (geddit geddit??) and figuratively.

I can't remember when I started to be the fat kid in class, probably sometime in Primary School?

I wasn't always fat because I was born a 7-months preemie and used to be really small and skinny. But either my genes or appetite caught up with me, and I've been at best chubby, and at worst "้‚ฃไธช่‚ฅๅฆน" ever since I can recall.

I guess I can attribute part of my size to my love for food.

My appetite is HUGE! And I love junk food. But you know how some people can eat and eat like nobody's business but they're still thin as a stick? Well, that's definitely not me.

As a fat kid, I often got discriminated too.. Which is a pretty common occurrence. Added to that, I suffered from an obvious lisp in my childhood (now still have also, and I am always conscious of it whenever I have to meet new people which is ALL THE TIME FML or have to be up on stage talking, giving a presentation or whatever)

AND HUH, I used to have ptosis, also known as ๅคงๅฐ็œผ which I had to go for surgery to correct at the age of 8.

That's sissy on the left and me on the right.

When I was in kindergarten, I used to look in the mirror and cover the half of my face with the uneven eye and feel very sad ๐Ÿ˜” I felt like I was a freak ๐Ÿ˜” It was tough to be different from the rest, in such a glaringly obvious way..

Thank God I developed some pretty thick hide that made me as indifferent as I could be towards jeers, insults and malicious jokes from classmates who found it funny to laugh and tease me for my defects.

I hated it most when classmates teased me about my lisp.

They'd mimic the way I talked and call me Daffy Duck. And the worst part is I couldn't even refute their teasing and name-calling because I knew they were right, I didn't sound that far off from a joke.

I thought I was probably doomed to be #foreveralone too, and one incident that I will remember FOR LIFE is when a neighbor of mine who hung out regularly in a clique together with me was teased for "liking" me, and he said right in front of me,

Huh? Please, Yina is so ugly and fat, why will I like her?

ๆˆ‘ๆฐธ่ฟœไธไผšๅฟ˜่ฎฐไฝ ็š„ ๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜’

Luckily, 10 years and 10kg later, I'm sure I'm the one having the last laugh ๐Ÿ˜ค

Yours truly, the pink whale.

Despite everything I've worked hard for in the last few years, my past is always there to haunt me, I can never run away from it. ๐Ÿ˜ญ

Well, it's okay cos I'm a fighter!

Life won't get me down just because I'm not skinny and perfect.

๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ’ช

And now it's time for dinner hohoho

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