Why I'm not sorry for not having a beach body

Swimsuits For All, an online bathing suit retailer for curvy women, has teamed up with plus-size model Denise Bidot to launch an unretouched “Beach Body. Not Sorry” advertisement campaign encouraging women to feel unapologetically sexy in their own skin — cellulite and all.

“I love everything about my body... the stretch marks, everything that I thought was an imperfection I now realise is everything that makes me me,” says Bidot, while flaunting her sexy size 14 beach bod in a skimpy two-piece for the minute-long ad.

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Also read: I’m fat. So what? 

I’m a fat person. I mean, inside.

I mean, I feel fat, most of the times. I mean I have always struggled with my weight. Ever since I was born. In fact, I was probably born with most of it. The fat part, I mean.

I was a ten-pound baby. My mother constantly teased about bearing triplets. Her mother, my grandmother, who was one of Kolkata’s sought after Kayastha beauties (yes there is such a parlance in my native place, thank you very much!) constantly screamed instructions, asking my very pregnant and very fat mother, to exercise. Eat right. Do what the hell it takes.

It’s what she did, she claims, even now. Sounding apologetic. Every now and then, when I scream at her, telling her that I must have inherited the fat genes from her. Her father, my maternal grandfather, was rather plump. And, yes, before you politely enquire, I abhor that word.

Abhor, a polite synonym for hate. Got that! So, what does that make me?

A fat person, with a temper. Read more.