I am 5 feet and 2 inches [following a million years of stretch exercises] and I weigh 63 kilos [following months of stuffing my face with ghee er mishti and canteen noodles, and most recently cheesecake, tiramisu and kiwi ice cream]. I have a term paper that I haven't begun researching, leave alone writing. I have a roll of camera film containing my most recent Oz photos that I dare not develop now, following the trip to the weighing machine this morning. I have 2 pairs of jeans that cling to my thighs and refuse to move upward. Oh, I don't have thighs, I have Doric columns. I have a face that is barely visible behind gazillion acne spots - a result of calorie calamity.
There's too much injustice in the world.