What defines you?
It’s the question I’ve asked myself so many times, particularly during the periods when people judged me for my weight. I have always been underweight. I still am. I have even been called scrawny by people I barely knew even. Till my mid 20s, I was still trying to gain weight, to reach the ideal weight. To fit into the image of what ideal is. Then one day, I simply stopped caring. I don’t have to fit into the image deemed right by society. I simply accepted that I was fine with the way I am. There will always be naysayers. There will always be critics. We simply need to tune out the negativity and run our own race, fulfil our own destiny.