Blessed with favorable genetics, I grow more attractive as I gain weight. For every kilogram I add, my genetics guarantee a layer of nyash and belly fat.
However, the “Hey’s” and ” Niaje msupa” I get from prospective suitors cant shake my awareness of my growing belly.
Yearning for a petite size, I started intermittent fasting and accompanying sugar and wheat restrictions shedding off 12 kgs by June 2026. However, at the desired size, every matatu ride becomes an inconvenience. I become invisible to those I sit next to, and they often squeeze me like a poorly folded collar shirt. The assumption that there’s still space despite my visible discomfort amazes me.
This never happens during my plus size era, so my response to this phenomenon includes Instagram recipes , Mama Fatuma’s and Johnte’s evening mtaani aromas, the sweet tooth bakery, ice cream parlors and the snack aisle in Naivas Supermarket .
As a fraction of my former weight looms over me and as I say goodbye to my craving for a petite size, I realize I can’t complain about either choice. And so, with that painful realization, I opt to lodge a complaint against my new imaginary friend Weight loss.
So keeping in mind that weight fluctuations reduce or increase the size of my nyash, I am left wondering: should I lose, maintain (and how?) or add?
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