Reality

9 out of 10 people who met me recently said the same thing to me. They claimed that I gained weight. They commented that I look rounder at the face, a layer more at the tummy, and more muscular at the arms.

And yes, I did. I gained weight. I knew it with the aid of the mirror and the weighing machine. A whole good 4kg is all I could say. I used to tink that it would be really hard for me to hit my current weight. But no, I did it just somehow this time round. Blame it on the countless suppers, ice-creams, anything and everything.

Each time I look myself into the mirror, I very much want to curse the mirror for being distorted. Each time I weigh myself on the machines, I would scream and say it is spoilt. Each time I put on my clothes, I really really think the clothes has shrunk.

But each time I feed myself with food, I would just tell myself, I can afford it. How ass I can be.