The Rise and Fall of Fat in India
I was scrawny as a baby, scrawny as a toddler and scrawny as a youth.
As a young girl, you could see the outline of my clavicle; my elbows stuck out and my wrist bones protruded. Throughout my school years, I was self-conscious of my spindly legs.
There was much speculation about my skinniness, particularly from outsiders. Was my Mom not feeding me enough? (She was a wonderful cook.) Was my father not earning enough? (He was a highly educated engineer with a very good job.) Was there something wrong with me? I seemed bright, happy, healthy, and yet ...
For a long time in India, fat has meant good.… Seguir leyendo »