Body issues - Shoes become tissues.

 Someone wise said once, "Your beauty is in how you look at the mirror. And your overall beauty is in how you take your pictures from a perfect angle.", and yes this wise person is me. The all great Harsh, I mean Harshdeep Kaur, who is in love with gol gappe. But this bhaiya...this gol gappe vale bhaiya is just wasting time mixing-tixing all of those chutney in that drum again. 

"Aare bhaiya jaldi Karo...", I said (*do it fast please*)

And finally, the gol gappe is here in my plate, the burst of all spices and peas mixed with boiled potato. I closed my eyes to live this moment. (*Smiling with eyes closed)

But why these all people are looking at me! I wonder as I open my eyes after few minutes. I followed their stare and I am looking at my newly bought Clarks belly.

"Nice belly, but don't you think they are...", someone said. As I turn to see the speaker face. I see two familiar faces. My colleagues! Naina Shukla and Preeti Arora! Why God, why? I don't want to bear these so called barbies atleast not here. 

But I smile back, praying to atleast finish my plate of gol gappe I paid for.

Naina: Harsh! Those are Clarks? 

Me: yes. (*With smile)

Preeti: but I feel pity for them, Naina. (*Smirking)

Naina: yes, even I do. (*giggling)

Me: oh really! (*Narrowing my brows)

Naina: yeah, I mean look at those pretty sweet bellies, stucked in an elephant feet. (*Laugh hysterically)

Preeti: yes, Harsh you know they doesn't suits you.(*laughing)

Me: but what to do na! As these shoes know how to crush your so called fatty ego. As you both can't afford them, don't be so jealous guys. One day you can also be an elephant like me. (*Walking away.)

Though I walked away, but their words added up in my mind. I hate this thing, usually people do. Why they think we the fat people don't know about our own fatness! I mean we can see the mirror. We know where we are, what we are...you or anyone else don't need to tell us. Oh, I need something good to eat, to pamper myself again. Pasta can work for me today. A cheesy- pleasee pasta. Yummy ! (*Wiping tears from cheeks.)

I start cooking it immediately as I entered in my home. I placed my one and only Clarks shoes in front of me, while enjoying my pasta. 

I think, food loves me, and the shoes understands me. Food spoils me, but shoes make it sure I get myself back for me. Maybe it's wrong, maybe it's not so right way...but shoe size never increase or decrease. I can still wear my oldest belly. It still fits me well. But I still purchase new one. As sometimes when I am in crowd with nothing to eat. I look at ground, and witness the beauty I own. My clean feets in good footwear.

For many fit fine people, their friends, lovers or any other person work as some sort of armour. But for me my shoes work like that, and food loves me. So lets eat this pasta. After this I have dinner for me. 

So here's a philosophy I have now, "Fat people do love shoes, and this is some sort anti depression pill for them. If you have some body issues, your shoes can become tissues. They don't change their size." 

Let me scroll for some sports footwears today. Where are you Amazon? Let me see my beauty again.

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