Baba used to beat me up for being fat.
When I was around 13 or 14,
Mama was absolutely convinced that I wouldn’t get married because I was overweight.
And, of course, you can imagine what my self-esteem was like.
But aside from the beatings,
Which is a whole other story,
There are days when I pray to God,
To send me someone who’d love me for who I am.
I ask for nothing more.
And every time I say this prayer,
I hate myself more.