Chris’ Redsheet: The Beauty That Lies Within
Chris’ Redsheet: The Beauty That Lies Within
Posted on Wednesday, November 14th, 2012 at 03:20
People
tend to read and judge you from the outside not knowing that there is
so much potential inside you? This is a true life story – I have written
this to let people know that there is more to people than just their
physical appearance. In my own opinion, what people should know is that
the world would not be fun if everyone was slim or fit the “socially
accepted frame/stereotype”
Recently, I was on a flight to Abuja and somehow or the other, I was placed beside this plus-sized woman.
“Hi! How are you?” The woman smiled as
she took the seat beside me. She had to lower herself slowly, squeezing
her ample bottom into the seat, filling all available space. Positioning
herself comfortably, she drops her enormous arm on our common armrest.
Her immensity saturated the space around us, shrinking me and my seat
into insignificance.
I bend my head and relaxed towards the window.
She leaned towards me and repeated her greeting in an upbeat, friendly voice. Her face towered above my head, forcing me to turn to look at her.
She leaned towards me and repeated her greeting in an upbeat, friendly voice. Her face towered above my head, forcing me to turn to look at her.
“Hi!” I replied with obvious dislike and disgust.
I turned away to stare out the cabin
window, sulking silently about the long hours of discomfort I was going
to experience with this monster beside me.
She touched me with her meaty arm. “My name is Priscilla. I’m from Imo State. How about you? Yoruba, I guess?”
She touched me with her meaty arm. “My name is Priscilla. I’m from Imo State. How about you? Yoruba, I guess?”
I responded “Enugu” . The pitch of my voice loud enough to reflect my discomfort.
“I’m so sorry! Will you accept my heartfelt apology? Come, shake my hand. If we’re going to spend six hours side-by-side on this flight, we’d better be friends, don’t you think?”
“I’m so sorry! Will you accept my heartfelt apology? Come, shake my hand. If we’re going to spend six hours side-by-side on this flight, we’d better be friends, don’t you think?”
A palm waved in front of my face. I
shook the hand reluctantly, still silent. Priscilla started a
conversation with me, taking no notice of my unfriendly reactions. She
talked excitedly about herself and her trip to Abuja to see her friends.
She rattled off a list of things she was going to buy for her students
in the boarding school where she was teaching.
I gave her one-word answers to her
questions about me. Unconcerned by my coldness, she nodded as she made
appreciative comments to my answers. Her voice was warm and caring. She
was considerate and obliging when we were served drinks and meals,
making sure that I had room to manoeuvre in my seat. “I don’t want to
hit you with my elephant size!” she said with utmost sincerity.
To my surprise, her face which repulsed
me hours before, now opened into extraordinary smiles, lively and calm
at the same time. I couldn’t help but let down my guard slowly.
Priscilla was an interesting
conversationalist. She was well read in many subjects from philosophy to
science. She turned a seemingly unimportant subject into something to
explore and understand. Her comments were humorous and inspirational.
When our topic turned to cultures, I was pleasantly surprised by her
intelligent comments and well-thought-out analysis.
During our conversation, Priscilla managed to make every cabin crew who served us walk away laughing at her jokes.
When a flight attendant was clearing our plates, Priscilla cracked
several jokes about her size. The flight attendant roared with laughter
as she grabbed Priscilla’s hand, “You really made my day!”
I asked Priscilla if she’d ever made an effort to lose weight.
She replied in the negative. Saying, “I’ve worked hard to get this way. Why would I want to give it up?”
“Aren’t you worried about cardiovascular diseases that come with being overweight?” I asked her again.
“Not at all. You only get the diseases
if you’re worried about your weight all the time. You see advertisements
from slimming centers that say ’Liberate yourself from your extra baggage so that you are free to be yourself‘
It’s rubbish! You’re liberated only if you’re comfortable about who
you are, and what you look like any time of the day and anytime of the
year! Why would I want to waste my time on slimming regimes when I have
so many other important things to do and so many people to be friends
with? I eat healthily and walk regularly; I’m this size because I am
born to be big! There is more to life than worrying about weight all day
long”
She sipped at her wine. “Besides, God
gives me so much happiness that I need a bigger body to hold all of it!
Why would I lose weight to lose my happiness?” Taken aback by her
reasoning, I chuckled.
Priscilla continued. “Folks often see me
as a fat lady with big bosoms, big thighs and a big bottom that no man
would even bother to cast a glance at. They see me as a slob. They think
I’m lazy and have no willpower. They’re wrong”
She held up her glass to a passing
flight attendant. “More of this magnificent wine, please?” She smiled
sweetly at the attendant. “Great service from your crew. May God bless
all of you.”
She turned to me, “I’m actually a slim
person inside. I’m so full of energy that people won’t be able to keep
up with me. This extra flesh is here to slow me down, otherwise I’ll be
running everywhere chasing after men”
“Do men chase after you?” I asked jokingly.
“Of course they do. I’m happily married
but men still keep proposing to me. Most of them have relationship
problems and they need someone to confide in. For some reason, they like
to talk to me. I think I should have been a counsellor instead of a
school teacher!?”
Priscilla paused before she said
thoughtfully, “You know, the relationship between men and women is so
complicated. Women worship men and call them, Honey until they
find out they have been lied to, and then they turn into bitter fruits!
Men love women so much that they see them as their soul mates until they
look at their credit card bills, and then women become devils with
tridents!?”
Priscilla’s enthralling conversation had
turned the flight into something thoroughly enjoyable. I was also
fascinated by the way people were drawn to her. By the end of the
flight, almost half the cabin crew was standing near the aisle by us,
laughing and joking with Priscilla. The passengers around us joined in
the merry-making too. Priscilla was the centre of attention, filling the
cabin with delightful warmth.
When we waved goodbye to each other at
the arrival lounge at the Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport, Abuja, I
watched her walking towards a big group of adoring adults and kids.
Cheers sounded as the group hugged and kissed Priscilla. She turned
around and winked at me.
I was stunned, as the realization set in: Priscilla was the most beautiful woman I had ever met in my life.
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