“You’re fat.”
Three words. Said carelessly by a child at a cousin’s wedding. Everyone laughed. I laughed too. But that night, I didn’t eat the dessert. For the first time in years.
I was 34. A mother of two. And 34 kilos overweight.
But the real weight wasn’t on my body. It was on my mind, on my spirit.
Every time I skipped buying an outfit.
Every mirror I avoided.
Every photo I hid from.
Every wedding where I sat and smiled instead of dancing.
And then came that moment.
It was raining. I was sitting in my car, crying silently. I hadn’t cried in a long time. My 6-year-old daughter, sitting in the backseat, asked softly,
“Mama, why don’t you ever smile in pictures?”
That one question hit me harder than all the taunts and doctor warnings combined.
Phase One: The Beginning – Not a Diet, A Revolution
No gym memberships. No keto. No fancy smoothies.
Just walking.
Some days I barely made it to the corner and back.
But I walked. And I cried. And I came back again the next day.
I didn’t stop eating. I just stopped escaping into food.
I cut my roti in half.
I added more water, more greens.
I didn’t give up biryani. I gave up guilt.
Phase Two: The Filmy Twist
Three months later, 7 kilos gone.
And then he appeared—my college crush.
We bumped into each other at a bookstore (yes, cliché, but real).
He looked at me and said,
“You haven’t changed much.”
For a second, I felt like the main character in some glow-up movie.
But then I smiled and walked away.
This time, I wasn’t losing weight to become someone’s dream girl.
I was becoming my dream woman.
Phase Three: The Setback – Because Healing Isn’t Linear
Month 6. I had a breakdown.
Stress. Loneliness. Old habits.
I binge ate. Gained 2 kilos.
The guilt came roaring back, like a villain in the second act.
But I didn't quit.
I took a deep breath, tied my shoes again, and walked.
Not away from failure, but through it.
Phase Four: The Real Victory
It wasn’t about the kilos anymore.
It was about tying my hair up without losing breath.
Running with my son in the park.
Clicking a picture—smiling without hiding.
Wearing a red dress. Yes, that one I kept saving for “someday.”
Ending Scene: Not the End
34 kilos. Gone.
But what I lost on the scale, I gained in strength.
This isn’t a transformation story. It’s a freedom story.
Because the real weight I lost wasn’t on my body…
…it was the belief that I wasn’t enough as I was.
And now, every time I see a woman hiding in the back of a photo,
I want to tell her,
“You don’t need to disappear to be worthy.”
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