My school is very near my house, and since its within walking distance, I would walk to school and back everyday. This is also one of the reason behind the first 20 kgs I lost.
The usual busy neighbourhood was quiet and peaceful in the morning. I always enjoyed myself as I walked, this is also the time I treasured, as I was granted some "alone time" to clear some thoughts before starting a day of work.
Today is slightly different. I was walking to school a little earlier than usual and saw this rather big-sized girl while I was crossing the road.
Suddenly, I just paused and couldn't help staring at her. I know this is really unbecoming and extremely rude of me to do that. Afterall, even with the weight I have lost, I am still fat. I used to be fat and I am still fat. Who am I to judge her?
That's me, when I was close to 94kg.
The point of this blog entry is not to critize this lady whom I saw. In fact, I feel like a distasteful person to stare at her like that, but I swore that it wasn't on purpose. If I could, I would have apologized to her. I did not stare inappropriately at her because I feel she's unpleasant and ugly. Trust me, I know how life is like being someone who is on the heavier side. I always believe and still do believe that a person's worth is not measured by his or her appearance.
So, I did not stare at this lady I met in disgust. It's not disgust, but fear. Good old fear.
I was staring at her in fear.
In a bright Tuesday morning, I felt cold and was close to a shiver. It's the same kind of feeling you have when you just had a close save from something. Like fear mixed with gratitude.
When I saw her, memories of me when I was really fat just came back to me. All the images, of me trying to force a smile, telling myself when I stare into a mirror that I am pretty. Images of me when I was still a teenager crying in the changing room because there just isn't a pair of jeans that could fit me. I saw myself standing in front of a rack of gorgeous clothes, but found that none could fit. And there's me looking in shame when I saw how ugly I look as I peaked at the huge bathroom mirror on a holiday.
When I saw the lady, the thought I had was that, it could have been me. Me.
If it wasn't for that fateful day which I decide to start this weight-loss journey, what will I be like? I could have been on the other side of the road.
This is me, in 2010.
So, thank you, whoever's up there, for planning everything. This journey, this encounter, to make me count on my blessings. Thank you, kai, for staying so strong and determined, despite all the disappointments. Thank you for not giving up on me.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.