SHE

I first met her about 10 years ago. Actually..that’s probably not true. I had seen glimpses of her when I was 18. But for another 5 years, she kept at bay. Never coming near….never making her presence known, yet plotting and planning all the while.

I do not like her, you see. Her face is chubby though still beautiful but chubby still. She has a double neck….and if she not careful, it will be a triple one soon. Her shoulders are bulky and thick. Her arms flabby. Her breasts full .Too full and saggy. What a bad combination! Her stomach….her stomach is the worst of it all! It has three layers or should I say three floors. The basement, ground floor and level 1. One would think she were six months pregnant. Her thighs give thunder thighs a good name. Even thunder thighs would call her thighs fat! Her legs have been mercifully saved and sheltered from the "fat onslaught", still looking pretty much the same. Still beautiful. This, I tell you, is the not worst part of the story. For she is not ugly on the outside but rather on the inside.

She has no self control and no sense of discipline. Am not sure she can even spell the word. She loves food excessively…planning her day around meal times and where she can get the best buys. She is happy at the thought of food. HAPPY I tell you!  Many times, eating food is never to satisfy hunger, at least not physical hunger. I wonder if she has another type of hunger that drives her so. A soul hunger perhaps which cannot be filled by any amount of chocolate or fried chicken or Farmer’s Choice sausages.

I once heard a psychiatrist say that people like her….they have not learnt to process difficult situations or circumstances. Instead, they end up “eating” their feelings and frustrations. In the end, the eating begins to consume them….kill them from the inside out…and from the outside in.

Over the last one year, I have come to know her well. She is now one of my closest friends. On some days, I  come close to hating her but I cannot because she is a pretty much a part of me. Am working hard to save her, before she kills herself. It’s a difficult task because she is a stubborn woman. I have to be stronger, firmer, more watchful, and ten times more tactful. I have to win the everyday wars and I have to win the battle eventually.

You may wonder who she is. She is simply the woman who stole my life.

By V. E. W.