To weigh or not. That is the question

After years of body issues I looked myself at the mirror today and exclaimed "I am thin!". Not that I was fat before but I always fell under the 'slim" category  A category made by popular media to categorise  people who were not fat and  were neither thin as a stick. I always had a thin waist but because of my  heavy upper body I could never call myself 'thin'. Even if I looked at myself in the mirror and thought for a moment that maybe, just maybe I am thin I would be reminded by the media that I have curves which prevented me from being called 'thin'. 

I realise that I am thinner than most people I thought were thinner than me. I have been delusional about my weight for so many years. 

Because of street harassers and because of  the media I was subjugated to I was ashamed of my body. Ashamed of how I looked. Today I can look into the mirror and be happy about my figure.  It's true that I have somehow lost a few inches in the last year but that surely is not my biggest achievement. 

No matter how much weight I lose my body type won't change. There was a time when I wanted it to. Now I don't. I have accepted myself the way I am. I don't care if the popular social culture hasn't. Yes, I want to exercise and yes I want to avoid junk food and have a healthier lifestyle. But that has nothing to do with me losing weight. I have discovered the joys of walking and I don't want any heart problems in the future. 

Another "it's been ages since I have written" post.

I haven't blogged for a while because there has been nothing new to blog about. I have shifted back to Calcutta but that news is not what I consider blog worthy.

There has been quite a lot of stuff I have been dealing with but the problem is that I can't bitch about it here. For starters the people I want to bitch about read my blog and I certainly don't want my life to be hell. 

So much as I want to I really cant bitch about THAT stuff here. 

Shucks.

And well a word of advice. Don't add relatives on facebook. You end up offending some of them and censoring the stuff you write. And they tend to comment on your posts when all you want to do is avoid them. 

There should be a family book or atleast a different account for family where you can be all sweet and non-scandalous. I can dream, can't i?

I check fb just to share feminist media. Mainstream media has no place for feminism and show no signs of changing. Social networking sites .do help to an extent but they too have weird policies which most of the time are anti-feminist. 

Anyway. Once again, I am rambling. 

Just a small thought before I shut up and do other stuff. I want to be honest. It's sad that these days most people are shocked by honestly and less by deceit. I guess I like shocking people.