never walk alone.

I thought about my past. . .
And suddenly felt like sharing it. . .

My past left quite a scar.

I used to be fat.
Fat as in obese.
I used to be the laughing stock of people.
Nicknames and all those unfancied words were directed at me.
Why are people so mean and could not accept my size?
Instead of commenting on my flaws, can't they comment on my strengths instead?
Why were there no compliments at all?
People didn't even look my way at that point of time.
And after countless mockeries, I decided to fight against the obesity.
And I succeeded.

My point is must we discriminate against those who are considered overweight?
Coming up with nicknames for them is NOT the brightest of ideas.
Yah, so they are overweight and all.
But they are human.
And if eating is their hobby, then let them eat in peace.
We are in no position to humiliate them or mock them straight in their face.
They are human too.
And human have feelings.
So do not disturb them.
Some are very short-tempered and if they snap, you'll never know whether you'll still go home in one piece.
Just watch the words ya.

On a lighter note, here's something to perk this entry up :

Handsome Individual Delivering Affection and Yummy, Arousing Touches

Anyone drooling yet??

I find it sooooo true. . .
I didn't know I had hidden attributes about myself.
I'm so flattered.

Wahaha. . .
Rightttt. . .
As if. . .

Another day, another entry. . .