A habit to shame…

“You have put on some weight since we last met,” said my mother in law.
“You’ll lose your looks, your husband’s interest,” she said for good measure.
My husband caught my eye, smiled and said, “Its habit. Just ignore her.”
I smiled back at him, basked in the glow of love and felt free to be me.

“Look how tanned you are after your holiday,” admonished a friend, I met.
“Why don’t you try a de-tan pack or try a spa fairness wrap,” she suggested.
My daughter smiled and said, “tanned or not, she is still my mother and
As that she is enough, the best. Her color cannot define her character.”

I realized when I was shamed, be it for my overweight body or my color,
That it did not matter who I was, did not matter what I had made of myself.
Society was habituated to measuring me to conform to the physical attributes
That they wanted. You see, it is just a habit albeit one that is quite rabid.


Image – Kevin Jesus Horacio via unsplash

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About Sonal Singh

An author, storyteller, and full-time observer of life’s glorious absurdities. I write humour-laced stories where chaos wears fluffy fur, emotions arrive uninvited, and middle-class Indian households become ecosystems of drama, love, and unsolicited advice. Armed with sarcasm, caffeine, and alarming emotional attachment to stray creatures, I believe compassion is less of a virtue and more of a lifestyle disorder. One that I embrace. When I’m not writing, I’m usually busy running a full-time HR consultancy business, rescuing animals, or trying to maintain dignity while being emotionally manipulated by my pets. Through my literary work, I try to blend humour with heart, celebrating the messy coexistence of humans and non-humans in modern urban India.

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