To change the way you look, just change the way you look at yourself. Acceptance is best
The blubber obsession is around you everywhere — with tales of inches swallowed, milligrams lost, tummies tucked and thighs sucked. While some of us have swallowed the weight loss pill, the rest of us couldn’t care more than to shift a little on our couches just to get closer to the pack of potato chips. And chips that go well with reality TV shows where women (yes, some were too well endowed to be adorned in such few strands) strutted in skimpy bikinis, vying with waif-like models to be part of a calendar, while judges scrutinised every bulge in their body.
We all know that the obsession around adipose tissue by others oftentimes makes the ‘healthy’ (not ‘fat’, mind you) ones among us ‘heavily’ victimised. While the need to lead a healthy lifestyle is a given, is the mass hysteria about discovering that lithe body beneath those layers warranted? Why are the ‘big’ ones among us always the butt of jokes at all social gathering where someone somewhere inevitably brings up the topic about how skinny you were as a child and what childbirth or marriage did to you? Why is it that you need to pretend to ignore those sniggers from sales folks when you fumble around the ‘waist-size-36′ shelf? (Which are, un-surprisingly always the lowest and most inaccessible shelf, considering the tummy does come in the way when you bend?)
So most of us victims have writhed while trying to squeeze into an old pair of trousers but willingly wage that lifelong battle with the bulge: waking up to lime, honey and warm water or sleeping on empty stomachs with not too much avail (there’s something called higher metabolic rate; I call it luck or heredity for the rest).

