I had a very annoying nickname back then in school, everyone used to call me “Ora” (Fat). Ora is the Yoruba translation of fat and I think I inherited that name because of my stature. As a kid, I always found it so tough to eat and my parents will force all sorts of multivitamins down my throat. I’m sure their intentions were pure and innocent, little did they know they were investing in my body.
I went to the boarding school and I was so underfed, everyone thought I had kwashiorkor. I was so selective with food and any dish apart from that which was prepared in my house looked like crap to me. Instead of eating good food, I preferred taking cereals and junks. I never knew I’d cry in the long run. I got so used to taking junks that each time I went home on holidays, I’d abandon homemade food and eat all the provisions in the house. You know, everyone was happy because the normal me who didn’t like to eat suddenly developed so much affection for food.
If anyone was about to go out, I’d tell them to get junks for me and before I knew what was happening, I started adding weight. Initially, I was excited about it but at some point, I realised it was getting out of control. I still didn’t care because I felt I’d burn the fat in school. I knew all the eateries close to my house and they equally knew me because I was a regular customer. My friends knew my weakness, so, they’d buy me sweet things if they wanted me to help them out with something. They called it my “price“. The most embarrassing day of my life remains the day my mum’s friend came visiting and said I was already growing boobs (it was actually at a family gathering, so, you can imagine how embarrassed I was). I’m a guy, how possible is that? I thought to myself. Immediately, I ran to the room and I realised she was right.
Since I was already addicted to eating rubbish, it didn’t change my mind or view about my new appearance. I think what made me aware of my look was the fact that everyone that knew me while I was little couldn’t recognise me again. In S.S. 2, a fellow student mocked me on the field by shouting the name “Ora“, everyone burst into laughter that day and adopted the name. I got into the university and things didn’t change either. Truth be told, I was really chunky, you’d find it difficult to locate my neck (LOL).
I realised there was nothing I could do about my situation, so, I accepted the reproach it brought. I couldn’t approach ladies, guys also didn’t want to associate with me (Ora). Nobody wanted to know how sweet I was on the inside, my physique gave them a wrong impression about me. Some thought I was a weakling, others thought I was gullible. I must confess it was a terrible experience.
One day, I was watching E! and good for me, a show on how to burn body fat was on. I developed so much interest in it that I never missed any episode. I read up on behavioural addiction and I got hints on how to overcome it. I switched to taking fruits and detoxifying tea and gradually, I started to shed weight. Please oh, Listen! It wasn’t easy oh. Some people think it’s so easy to reduce, hmmm… It’s not! I just gave myself hope and kept exercising. At the gym, I met a lady who saw how zealous and serious I was about shedding fat, she got close to me and today, we are married with kids. So, irrespective of what people say about you, someone out there would still care to know you.
She said she noticed I didn’t talk to anyone, so, she decided to get close. Luckily for me, as at then, she was a medical student, so, she drew out a diet plan for me. Without much ado, I reduced sha but not as much as I wanted to. I had to stop exercising because I was already developing high blood pressure. I’m not so slim now but I’ve learnt to love me for who I am. Self-acceptance is very important.
I was fat but it didn’t stop me from being amazing. Since I wasn’t totally Ok on the outside, I made conscious efforts to ensure my soul was beautiful and that got my wife attracted to me. The fact that everyone thinks you are a weirdo doesn’t mean you should lock up. If they say you are fat, tell them you’ve got what they don’t have which is a beautiful soul (LOL). Biko, don’t come for me oh…
Consistency is key and determination helps to surmount hurdles. Be disciplined and of course, feed your mind more with good stuff. It’s better to have a “fat” mind. Thanks for the opportunity, I hope this goes a long way.