#growingupdesi

No amount of beauty magazines, movies or men have been able to damage my body confidence as much as Desi “aunties” in social settings. 

“Too skinny.”

“Bechara, those pimples.”

“So tall! Not attractive on girls.”

“Ugly nose.”

“Ugly lips.”

“Straighten your hair.”

aunty: eat, you look starved

me: no, really,i'm fi...

aunty: *proceeds to bring out entire kitchen (with samosa's)*

me: ...

aunty: *piles 3 humongous oily triangular beasts onto a saucer she calls a plate*

me: *proceeds into oily hell*

I forgot where I was going with this… Maybe I was going to make a witty post but honestly, I just thought back to an awful memory of when I was probably about 14 and it was Eid. My clothes were too tight cause mum just bought mediums so that we could all share clothes (Indian dresses are expensive), the arms didn’t fit, my breasts were squashed into my chest and my arm fat was poking out of the half sleeves. I wore a cardigan cause that’s what I knew, I felt safe in it. Even at school I would always keep my jumper or my coat on. But this time my older sister laughed and said how I look like a fat old aunty, and my mum agreed. I cried a lot, and they said it was my fault for being fat.

After that, I remember locking myself in the bathroom saying I was too sick to go places.