On Being Tabachoy

It has taken its toll on me yesterday when some ill-mannered kids whom i never knew of teased me with being tabachoy…and believe it or not, it was the first time it happened to me!!! here’s the story:

I was with one of my staff looking for a new apartment to rent where my staff could stay. and so we went to this one compound just walking distance from the fast food where a signage “apartment for rent” was put up. and as we were looking for the land lady…three boisterous kids came up to me and shouting really loudly “TABACHOY, TABACHOY, TABACHOY!!!” and for once in my life, I didn’t know how to react….i was half amused and half hurt, half irritated and half resigned that of course, they were only being honest, kids as they were.

A wake up call, that was what it was. No matter how people tell me that I am pretty,  I would always be a fatso. And those kids yelling that mean word struck me like a knife…yeah, I AM FAT!!! As if I needed those kids to realize how ugly and unhealthy it is to be fat. I used to be ms. sporty, ms. pkpk shorts, ms. spaghetti strapped/haltered blouse…But now, there isn’t any trace of that youthful radiance I used to exude back in the not so old days. Honestly, it really felt like light years away when I look at the mirror and tell myself, “Man, you look good!”

And so this morning together with a friend, we decided to take control of how we want to look. So we went to the gym to start the transformation to a new/old me.

It’s just a matter of time before I say goodbye to my xxl blouses and size 33 jeans.

Hopefully this time it works.

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