In The Arms Of Melancholy

With her long arms draped around my chubby body, I cried.

I cried in her tight pull, my face on the fabric of her pitch black robe- like dress. I've been here, done this tons of times. Sometimes during the day even. She is - was and will be- the only one in this globe who wouldn't judge me for who I'm and let me be who I'm. Even when my mother lost faith in me, she hugged me tight and whispered those same words she has whispered to me a thousand times before. Those words were somehow- I don't know how- but... soothing. Soothing to my ears, my nerves and to my broken soul.

 Soothing like never before.

I remember the first time I was in need of her. A day in  the cold month of December, just before the holidays. I was in the school attire- uniform, they call it. Walking down the noisy halls of my school. Some words were said, right to my face. " Eeew! He's got so much to loose!" The most popular guys among our batch chose me as their next victim. Those words, for the nest 6 or so hours of school,were poison for me. Slow death, rather. I cried in the bathroom during.the PE class, knowing they'd make more fun of me.

And honestly saying, I waas never fat. Just not as thin or muscular as them. I had friends who supported me. Friendly parents who were proud of me and a dog- Molly- to play with. 

But everybody faded. I was not popular enough to be friends with my friends. My marks dropped due to the pressure of bullying, once again disappointing- this time my parents. My Molly died of an accident. All I had was Melancholy. I used to be with her and my food- my only escape. 

And now, two or so years later, we're best friends- me and Melancholy- promising each other to be so forever. Once again- as always- she whispered in my left ear, " Karma is a bitch." Plain but to the point.

"LET'S STOP BODY- SHAMING AND REACH OUT TO THOSE IN NEED."