Guest Post by our Newest Blogger Sarwat Sayed. She is a member of Executive Board of CAPA. Her article was published by The Detroit News and the Real Clear Politics in 2010. Her passion for peace and unity motivated her to start a Fanpage ‘Spread Love,’ and her website HighEndTalk is seeking good writers who can present ideas to help solve current problems in our community.

Do you enjoy sitting next to someone at a party who won’t touch that “yummy” cake? Forget about the cake, they would hardly have anything on their plate. They’ll gain an extra 0.03lbs. Come on? I mean, what a sad life? :D  No offense here, although if you want to take it, be my guest!

On the other hand, if you have diseases running in your family, you ought to be more careful.  Don’t eat that chocolate fudge for breakfast at least.  It’s all about balancing our life, and many times, it is not as difficult as it looks. However, if you have not gained 50lbs, at least twice in your life (and not just because you got pregnant), lost it, and are successfully continuing the struggle to keeping it off, then please, and I repeat, please STOP advising and criticizing those who are seriously struggling with this issue. It doesn’t help. It just annoys people. For you, my advice is different: “It is more difficult than it looks.” Yes, I find it hard to resist that luscious chocolate fudge. I have gained over and over again, lost, and continue the struggle with decent success!

I have also met those who are extremely thin, in spite of their normal diet. They are dying to put on that extra pound. They just can’t. Sometimes, you’ll find them criticizing heavier people, but forgive them, because inside they are hurting just as much. They would love to gain those extra 20 pounds. I believe at some point in their life, everyone, men and women, experiences this pain. They have either a little too much, or a little too less of something. Either way, it keeps them unsatisfied. My “gain” comes right on my
hips and thighs. For several years, it drove me nuts, frustrated me, and
made me feel not wanting to go out. (To a lesser extent, it still does). As soon as they find me not paying attention, those fatty pounds would jump right back on my hips. Somewhat, like that guy above. I was going to die exercising and starving. Shit!

Then, the most beautiful thing happened. I read poems written by the famous Indian poet, Kalidas. The description of women in his poems is enchanting, and the important thing is, these “dames” get to keep their “curves” with dignity. Their “curves” are not a curse. On the contrary, it adds to their beauty. I said to myself, ‘heck, if it’s
good for them, it’s good for me.” Of course, I shouldn’t get carried away! As long as we are disciplined enough to know when to eat a little more and when to control, we’re good.

Remember, having issues with body image is the
case with most of us. It’s this fatal hormone in most of us that keeps us from enjoying life. It makes us feel that the grass is “greener”
on the other side. “Boo-hoo, Mr. Fatal Hormone. You’re just misleading. I quit being your slave.” Be grateful that you  have the body parts you worry so much about, unlike those who are born without them, or have lost them due to an accident or disease. We are beautiful and that is a fact! Can you look for beauty in yourself and others?