A Beautiful Obese! - Amber Blue

The twilight that transcended me into this made me stumble upon aficionades who got me convinced that ohh!! I am an obese. And now I shall be fooling myself by pretending to savour the summer breeze For my happiness has gone to a night walk since I have gotten obese.

People say I eat too much- but ohh! All the efforts of this nefarious world shall drown in futile for two lovers food and I are inseparable .

Food to me is like the pastel touch of rain on the unfed petals , food to me is like the pristine smile of a sinless child, food to me is an oracle showing me the dancing lights.

And yet the truth is I eat too much and in repentance my heart often sighs, but the uncompromising soul obscures the truth that yes, I am obese. Thou shall blame my laziness or perhaps it is my pampering that has sabotaged any desire of my body to work out diligently. Exercise and I are like the sky and the oceans chasing each other relentlessly and like them we never converge, extending both to eternity until uncertainty draws us in with ease but how then shall I abridge my concerns about becoming obese?

Obesity sometimes is itself a disease, dulls the brain, slows the life but the what pathetic is- the world as is the world, shall endeavour to douse out your pride in yourself and all that- because you have grown to be obesed. Let not those thorns tailored out of the worldly jibes get you for the pride of a beautiful heart and a beautiful you should never choke out.

The goodness of obesity?- there is none, but the beauty of obesity?- let us not even count. I have reasons to smile for, sorrows to mourn for , amour to feel for- everything that makes me human and sure I am, that obesity might add extra pounds to me but it shall never give me an extra heart. Why then I shall let the world judge me? Shall I bother and weep for thy curves and flattery? My agonies shall tell you how badly I die to grow thinner but only to be healthier. I resigned long back from standing upto the standards of your society, it's never too late to give wings to your body!

Never in my wildest dreams, in this process, the beauty of my heart shall cease, because out of many things in the world, I believe , above all - I am a beautiful obese.

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