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

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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