I fell in love with Dija because of her smile. Hers was a
deep and sincere smile, no bars held. Her smile could melt the coldest of
hearts. It did mine.
She was the real definition of beauty, beauty on the
inside. She was chubby and natural. I loved her for it. I loved how she could
get real goofy around me. We got married real fast and she gave me two adorable
kids, a boy, and a girl. I was beside myself with joy.
Then she decided to get back to work. I supported her all
the way. She got a nice job with good pay and life became much better for us as
a family, or so I thought till the changes, or is it transformation began.
She stopped eating. She said she was dieting. She started
wearing these funny girdles, she called them waist trainers. Her lingo changed.
Food became calories, flesh became fat and everything became crazy.
Dija became someone else. She became more suited to a
magazine cover than beside me as her life partner. She became obsessed with ‘lifestyle’
and ‘make up’ and everything except the important things.
Dija has lost her smile. I asked her about it and she says
that she has to smile less dramatically so she does not develop laugh lines and
wrinkles! Where in God’s name do they teach women these things?
I look at my Dija and I do not recognize her anymore. She
has an unusual surge of self-confidence that scares me. She has been promoted
twice in the past year in her office. She even earns more than me now.
I feel very uncomfortable with this whole scenario. All the
self enhancement jargon has turned my marriage into something else. I am being
objective here right?
Photo credits; uptownmagazine.com
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