• jayteerites 11w

    The society's status quo- An oversized cloak

    What do you do when you are the scale in which everyone measures? What do you do when you’re the mirror which everyone sees what they don’t want to look like? Jesutofunmi the fat one. Jesutofunmi the big younger sister whose clothes never seems to fit. “I don’t want to be fat like Tofunmi” “Am I as big as Jesutofunmi?” This was all I heard around me, as a child, I was the overweight and ugly one amongst the girls. Woe be to my mother for being the mother of 4 girls and even having an ugly fat one. “Who would marry Jesutofunmi?” I was a fourteen year old child when my grand aunt uttered those words to me.
    “Why haven’t you started your menstrual cycle? Fat must have blocked your uterus” words from my mother up on till I started my menstruation at 16, I was in ss3 then.
    All my life I have had to keep quiet when clearly slim people complain about being “fat” and I always think to myself “you ungrateful bitch”. Being the fat friend, being the fat classmate, life was tough especially when you have no ally.
    But then in the words of Maya Angelou,
    “You may shoot me with your words,
    You may cut me with your eyes,
    You may kill me with your hatefulness,
    But still, like air, I’ll rise”.
    Here I am, a 24year old young fat black woman. Proud of my skin, my looks or lack thereof, and most importantly all my extra pounds. The folds, the curves and the edges.
    ©jayteerites