"The Fat girl ends up miserable year after year. The society has neglected the fuller woman. This has resulted to fat girls feeling depressed, left-out and downcast. The average big lady spends most of their years in solitude, angry at themselves, the society and even their shadow. Many are being laugh at, ridiculed, jilted, abused and sent back indoors where they are depressed and even get fatter. The society is such a big nightmare for this group of people which is saddening." Continue...
When they go for shopping which is a very beautiful and fun experience for almost every lady. But for the fat girl, it's a rather sober experience. In many cases, sizes are deceptive to the extent that a size 12 dress will be tagged size 18. She has to through every cloth in the store before she finds what fits her. Sometimes, she ends up not seeing any flattering outfit. Again, the sadness begins.
Then she turns to her tailor to make a good dress for her. A beautifully styled dress she saw in a magazine page. The tailor makes it, it's still not flattering. Sarcastically, the tailor says, "I find it difficult sewing for fat girls, it is too hard". Again, the sadness begins.
Her soon-to-be-married best friend calls, "Wendy, will you be one of my bridesmaids"? "Don't answer of course you will". She is excited."Will call you up later so we go choose the dresses with the other girls". Her heart drops. Shopping bridesmaids with the other girls, she knows will be a huge nightmare because she is the "fat girl". While shopping, The saleslady says, "We don't have your size, so here's the biggest we do have," and she gives it a try. Of course, it never fits. Her underarm fat is spilling over, her back fat is folding over the waist, and she can't get the thing to slip over her butt. But it looks beautiful on everyone else! And she is left feeling guilty for being more than a handful. Again, the sadness begins.
At NYSC orientation camp. The fat girl is handed her dress bag. She opens it. The kaki trouser is as small as a size 6's whereas she is a size 18. "Ma'am, dis kaki is too small for me, can I get a larger size", she says to the platoon mistress. The lady murmurs, "Exchange with someone else". (lol, we've all experienced this). And she looks around, no one has her size. Most of other corpers, she may ask will reply saying, "NOO!!! I no carry orobo size". Everyone laughs at her. Again, the sadness begins.
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ VERDANT STORIES SECTION TITLE>>>>>>FORBIDDEN CONTINUED FROM 02/SEPTEMBER/2014 The Whiteman's school was called St. Aquinas primary school and it was situated in town. It was Garba's first time in the town. He was surprised to see houses that were different from the mud and thatched huts in his village. The houses were built with blocks and were well - aligned. The school was built with both blocks and planks. It was on a hill. The Whiteman handed them over to another Whiteman whom he introduced as Mr. Jacobs. A black native was interpreting whatever the white men wanted them to hear. "Mr. Jacobs is your head teacher. He is also the boarding house master. You must see him as your parent here. He will discipline you if you misbehave here. So you all must be of good behaviour,' the Whiteman said as he handed them over to Mr. Jacobs. "Follow me," Mr. Jacobs said. They followed him into a house. The house was very neat and there were many bunk beds with thin mattresses. The black interpreter was with them. Mr. Jacobs turned to them. Garba thought he preferred the Whiteman who had brought them from Dogongari because he was friendlier and nicer. "What is your name? I want your full names," he said. "Adamu Shalt," the first boy replied. "Kaita Maigoro," the second boy said. When it got to Garba's turn, he lost his tongue. "What is your name," Mr. Jacobs barked. "Garba Dandogo," Garba stammered. When the introduction was finished, Mr. Jacob began to address them. "This is where you will he staying. It's your hostel, it was provided by the church for those of you from the hinterlands. You will do well to maintain it and keep it clean," Mr. Jacobs said. He assigned them each to their beds. Garba was on the lower bunk. He had never slept on such a bed before. At home he only slept on a mat spread on the floor of his mother's hut. He sat gingerly on the bed and as soon as he did, he heard a creaking sound of spring expanding under his weight. Quickly, he jumped up in horror. The interpreter laughed. Mr. Jacobs considered him grimly for a moment. "What's the problem, boy?" "I heard a sound in the bed," Garba explained after the native had interpreted to him. Mr. Jacobs frowned. TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW....PLEASE VISIT OUR BLOG AGAIN TOMORROW FOR A CONTINUATION OF THIS AMAZING STORY!}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}Every fat lady go through post-traumatic dress disorder. It is the condition that occurs when a person, usually female, feels disappointed and traumatized while leaving a clothing store. It could happen when she views old photographs and asks herself "What the hell was I wearing???" It could also be the traumatic stress she feels between the moment she post a picture on the Internet and the moment somebody likes it or responds. Fat people go through this stress all the time and the society is not being fair at all. 80% of Heart-related illnesses which fat people suffer are because they spend most of their years depressed, not just about their size but because of social prejudicial.
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