Some go for cigarettes, some go for alcohol, but for me food is heaven. Living in a society where being model-thin is equated with beauty was not easy for someone born overweight. In movies, being fat comes with two stereotypes: the bullies and the losers. Being an introvert who’s allergic to fights, I knew I belonged to the second type. Blame it on our housemaid’s ability to whip up mouth-watering dishes; I eat anything served before me–and leave a clean plate!
It started when a stranger (who turned out to be my teacher’s husband) made me, and other “chosen ones” in class, dance in front of our classmates! The setup was four overweight girls on stage, while the lucky ones (who chose not to eat what their mother cooked for them) were a giggling audience of a circus show. That day, I did not only hate my body. Worse, my self-esteem sunk with the Titanic .
Being fat could have been okay, but being the fattest is another story. Not only were my 15 kabarkadas slim, I also grew up with two stick-thin sisters.