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Confessions of a former fatty

Marinated chickpeas, quinoa and raw chocolate mousse (seriously the main ingredient is avacado!)

Marinated chickpeas, quinoa and raw chocolate mousse (seriously the main ingredient is avacado!)

I was always the chubby super unco kid at school.

You could have easily described by body shape as ‘rotunda’ or just plain round.

By the time I was 11 years old I weighed 53kg (in context I only weigh a few more kilos now and im 28!) Boys teased me and called me ‘fat-buddha’. My poor hand/eye coordination, and flat feet meant that never got picked for team sports since I couldn’t run or catch.*sigh*.

But I didn’t care, I was a ‘happy fat kid’. I remember having the realization that I was always going to be plump, that was just the way I was made and I was OK with that.
I just really loved burgers, soft drinks and corn chips dipped in salsa and I just didn’t see the point in team sports – cricket ppft!

I realized that as a fatty you’ve got to make do with what you’ve got. This means a highly developed wit, good sense of humor, and a heightened sense of self-deprivation are essential tools in navigating daily life. These tools make life so much easier when your school uniform just doesn’t quite fit anymore, it appeases the horror of swimwear shopping, and makes the schoolyard teasing just bearable.

By the time puberty had properly kicked in I’d had taken a sharp u-turn from ‘happy fat kid’ to somewhat concerned boomba-larda who had started to care about the way she looked, felt and what other people thought.

Fortunately for me I was a late bloomer. I grew into my face and my features stopped being so awkward. I broke up with burgers, replaced the soft drinks with H20, and befriended salad and the weight slowly dropped off. I even embraced hot yoga, sporadic attempts at meditation and hauled my ass to the gym every so often.

The teasing was quickly replaced by cries of admiration “ohhh.my.gawd you look fantastic!” It would make me feel extremely awkward when people suddenly referred to ME (former Miss Fattie) as attractive. I often wanted to ask “Thank you very much, that’s very kind but are you sure you haven’t mistaken me for someone else?”

Feeling good about myself soon became my personal mission. I read every article about diet and nutrition, practiced hot yoga, saw a personal trainer, had regular colonics, drank raw milk and went gluten-free and sugar-free.

Maybe it was in my millionth hot yoga class practicing head-up-my-own-asana, or halfway through a juice fast, or paying someone $100 to shove a hose up my bum that I decided that I preferred health, happiness and simple wellness over torturing and punishing myself. I don’t want to be a nutritional zealot, whimpering at the sight of unorganic vegetables, and thrashing myself on a treadmill – how dull and incredibly unimaginative!

In the last few years I’ve made peace with my body, and choose not to battle with it anymore. Sleep is my new BFF and my sporadic meditation practice has turned into a daily practice. I cook more and move smarter – no more extreme workouts or yoga postures that give me back pain! I even like my little fat rolls, it think they’re pretty cute.

I may not have been the happiest fat kid but I am a healthy, smart, and beautiful grown woman. I’m never going to be a supermodel, I still can’t run and I definitely can’t catch nonetheless I’m definitely a-bit-of-alright just the way I am (ps. so are you! X)

Originally posted on Elephant Journal http://www.elephantjournal.com/2013/01/confessions-of-a-former-fattie-tanya-mah/

2 comments

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  2. Margret

    This post, Confessions of a former fatty | Love Tmah, is really well written and insightful. Glad I found your website, warm regards from Margret!

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