A couple of hours ago Neha asked me the most difficult question: “Have I grown fat?” First I thought it was a rhetorical question because she has a huge mirror that reflects whatever it sees, but it turned out that she really wanted me to answer. 437 more words
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Am I fat?
I ask that question to myself everyday and no one has the right to tell me that I am fat. I was born as a very skinny child and doctors were afraid I might die, but my mom took great care of me and I survived and now I am a healthy person or you can call a “FAT” one. 305 more words
Standing in the stall, waiting for the race to begin is agonising. Thin lean limbs abound, the air carries a hint of anticipation, and somehow a look here and there seems a nanosecond longer than normal, weighted, perhaps, by the cramped, crunchy soil we’re bouncing on to stay warm and the route we’ll all, no doubt, trample even in the next hour or so. 1,034 more words