Hide the truth

The one thing that opened my eyes wider than my normal owl specifics was the fact that Im round as round can be for a 5 ft 3" mother of two who wants to call herself hep and lively in blue denims and a pink FabIndia kurti.

Well its not the mirror mirror on the wall that disclosed this naked truth to me, though I look into it every day, but the medical camp I volunteered at yesterday. There was a sea of people. Children, mothers, elders and many in betweens. Ten doctors, a team of para medical staff and a few of us were the champions of the day.

Nope, there was no required dress code and I don't know what exactly prompted me to go pink and blue for the day! And honestly, I didn't feel round at the camp at all. Nor when Dr Minni, who I was meeting after quite a while, asked very sweetly if I had gained or lost weight. She was kind enough to leave that as a polite enquiry. How I'd term the upgrade in my specifics is from 2D to 3D!

Well im not surprised the boys made way for me only to move around comfortably. 'twas more to stay clear of a safety threat than out of respect or love, I presume. And to be crudely honest, for a better view of what the denims contained!

Oh! and I still didn't feel round even after the camp was done and we packed up for the day. Neither after a blissful night that passed by with the usual dinner fights and group hugs. Nor when my mirror winked have a nice day, this morning, as I let my dupatta romance my neck as Kajol has it in most of her movies!

Just an hour or two ago the pictures arrived and I was on the job to post a quick report in our corprate intralink.. When lo! behold ... that was me... Me ... round as round can be in snap three...

My pink kurta would have looked better if I had it on after one more month of hop, skip and jump on my terrace. My dear dear followers of the FabIndia signature, Im sorry I've tainted the beautiful cause for which the pink kurta was exquisitely crafted by some of the finest hands in India!

No regrets. Just a new lesson for the day. A new reason to go shopping and why I'd wish my dear dear Vidya, who is happily enjoying her new-mom status in London, was here with me.

Here's a plea... don't believe your mirrors. They don't always reflect the truth. Take a pic of yourself whenever you can and hang it on the wall. Look no further, that's you.  This and only this my dear friends, can help us do justice for what clothes are made for....To hide the truth!