No Excuses! Keep Moving…

I found myself at my creative best this morning as I struggled to wake up for my run. Excuses flew out of my system for exactly three minutes before I managed to jump out of bed and hit the cold roads. Minutes into my run, I was glad I didn’t give in to the temptation of my comforter.

I wasn’t like this until more than a year back. Before that, I was blissfully ignorant and living in the comfort that since I am slim, I don’t need to bother with exercise. Right??

WRONG! Like millions, I was disillusioned that zero weight issues signifies good health. Slowly, I discovered that fitness is the key and not your body shape. I understand that we face tremendous pressure to look good and achieve unrealistic photoshopped standards, women especially. But we cannot help the shape we were born with! And those fruits floating around defining them… They stay unless cosmetic intervention takes place. Shouldn’t we try to make the best of what we have got and make it a well-oiled, smooth functioning machine?

Many people face issues in reducing sizes inspite of regular exercise and healthy diet. They simply cannot help it! But then you have this lot who claims to have embraced their curves and hence refuse to move a muscle.  Now that’s a whole lot of horse poop. A horrible excuse. It’s a slap for those who are giving their all towards a healthy lifestyle where weight loss is simply a by-product.

For a long time, my sister was happy with her overweight and didn’t really make an attempt to exercise. Now, with disciplined yet fun lifestyle changes she has become fitter, healthier and leaner. Is she a super-slender bombshell? No! Is that even important ? Hell No! Because she is healthy…

I am all for not giving in to stereotypes and be happy in the imperfections of my own skin and curves. But I cannot bring myself to support using this acceptance as an excuse to not exercise and eat unhealthy. I love my healthy lifestyle and the fact that now I am in a better shape even compared to my modelling days. Because, health!

So yeah! Stop whining and making excuses… Just get moving to feel the high of a healthy life!

p.s. Wish me luck for my 5k tomorrow. My poor nose gets cold!

Badge: Doobster @ Mindful Digressions
Badge: Doobster @ Mindful Digressions

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Prompt #75 Influence the Dark Side

Image Courtesy: Antonia Mora
Image Courtesy: Antonia Mora

You are lovely” they said “Perfectly normal, perfectly healthy

Why did my stomach roll? Why did my chin wobble? Where did the bulges come from?

I escaped into loose shirts.

A collage of super models, diets and exercises decorated my walls

The models frowned as I wolfed down a chocolate bar

One last time” I promised them every time amidst desperate tears

Shadows darkened the dungeons of my head, and I stole glances at the bowl.

It beckoned slyly, “It only takes two fingers

I didn’t feel my fingers ramming down my throat. I didn’t taste the bile.

But I was aware of the dark satisfaction of my emptied bowels

I was enslaved!

Cravings for cheese, butter and chocolates made way for the gratifying taboo.

Dry tears were shed every night with umpteen promises to stop.

All vapour. All flushed. With two fingers.

My breasts sagged and my love handles disappeared.

I dropped sizes.

Now they say, “What happened? You look ill. You look pale

The mirror laughed “A slimy green is their jealousy; can’t bear to see you slender”

It pointed out the various bulges and imperfections around my lower body.

Keep going

It was a waking nightmare. A dark, endless tunnel threatening to collapse on me.

Eyes shrouded with a black film, tongue burned like charcoal…

I didn’t know I was dying. I didn’t know I needed help.

All I knew was that I was fitting into the size two dress.

A blackout, a hospital gown and years of exorcising the demons… I breathe free!


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When looking beautiful comes at a price.

SoCS: Average|Imperfection is Beauty

Picture Perfect

Ever felt like there is a constant pressure to be picture perfect at all times? Ever felt like staying in those comfortable pajamas and baggy tees even though you got guests coming over? Ever felt like throwing things at people when they say, “You going out wearing that?”

If yes, welcome aboard! If no, stop lying!

There is incoherent murmuring at the back of my mind every time I step out. I feel like I am being checked out and judged on whether I have dressed up or down, whether I have mixed and matched perfectly or whether I have done justice to what has been given to me! When I am walking on the road, I feel like I am walking on some runway. The roads are lined with hoardings advertising perfect models cajoling you into being the next diva, store windows attractively dressed with a range of products that you apparently need, and colorful fliers that promise to take that one stubborn inch off your waist!

Walk into any store, you’ll see a woman moaning about her imperfect neck, breasts, waist, hips, legs, hair. Walk into the next one to see a man fretting over the seemingly feminine smelling fragrances and cosmetic products. Look into the closet, at the clothes saved for the day we lose a size. There is a shelf of protein supplements gathering dust. Not to forget, the how-to books we religiously sought out and now have dog pee on them.

The thin girl thinks she has a flat chest, the plump girl thinks she has a big bum, the athlete thinks she has no shape! And how do they come to these conclusions? Oh, the kind fashionista, a Cosmo test, Jennifer Aniston’s proportions and the world in general. The men aren’t spared either. Lifestyle magazines are full of “Whether size matters?” and “How to last longer”. We just can’t win!

Am I saying that we should chuck the make up out of the window and cancel the zumba classes we so enthusiastically signed up for? No! I love showing off that new dress in those heels and I have no qualms over hiding that blemish with a BB cream (Or is it CC? DD?). While I am all for embracing my curves (or lack of them), I don’t want to hide behind them.

I am tired of standing out! I want to be average! I want to blend into the world and backgrounds and breathe easy. At times, not being above average is healthy and liberating. Being average on the outside gives me freedom to stand out from the inside – within my core!

I deserve to accept myself to be the way I am even if it is the undefined “average”. I don’t want to undergo a hundred changes to become someone else’s above average. I don’t want to be pointed at because I chose not to conform and just be in my skin – however freckled, dry and patchy it maybe! I want to laugh insanely and not fret over the imperfect photograph. Because I love myself the way I am – a rockstar and God’s gift to humanity!

Well… Almost 🙂

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