BEING SKINNY IN NIGERIA

I gain nothing and lose everything! - Chapter 1

Everytime I watch America TV shows, I wonder how it'll feel if skinny people were appreciated just the way they were appreciated in America.

A girl who is very good looking and plum would be complaining of being too fat. Well plum is the definition of Nigerian perfect or normal when you are in secondary school, which is equivalent to highschool. The rest of us on the scale are considered abnormal, too skinny, too fat....the list goes on.

I am skinny!, Not Nigerians definition of skinny, not fleshy kinda skinny, but protruding bony frame kinda skinny. And trust me it isn't a good thing in this country, you do not want to be skinny.

I've seen alot of articles that makes skinny people feel so important and perfect, and alot of books with struggles of a fat girl, or a fat girl's diary. Oh y'all don't know what skinny people go through.

Yes you'll look younger and sexier, but not when you're literally bony!
I'm hella tired of everyone over here looking at me like I have some kinda deadly virus in me, every one, literally the whole Nigeria sees me and the first thing they talk about is how skinny I am, and how I could really fly away with just little amount of breeze. It's devastating

"Amina!"

"Amina!"

My mum screamed out my name, like why?!, I'm literally one staircase  away from her

"Yes mum" I answer joining her in the kitchen

" What are you doing?, don't tell me you're making all those useless video diaries you always make" she asks

" No mum, I'm not" I reply her, actually I was and my camera was still recording, Nigerian parents are hardwork

" Mubarak's mum just called, her husband would be celebrating his 65th birthday party, you and your sister would go" she says checking the soup on the electric cooker

"Mum, I have nothing to wear!" I complain

"All the clothes in your wardrobes are for what?" She ask facing me now

"Better don't argue with me, you and Aishat will go to this party whether you like it or not, the whole family us going to be present " she says putting the soup down and walking out of the kitchen.

I was fuming with  anger, I hate going to parties, not because I am shy, trust me, I'm not shy at all, and not because I have nothing to wear, my mum literally buy's me clothes every week.

The big deal is me, my body, I am too skinny, my clothes never really gives me fitting, I used to put on my really long hijabs to events, but mum stopped me, she insisted I tie a turban instead and wear something fashionable.

Sometimes I wonder if my parents are Hausa or Muslims , like they do not behave like one, most of my muslim friends have really strict parents and hijab is compulsory, they do not put on trousers or anything below their knees, but my own parents were off, hijab screams ugly to my mum for some reason, we wear trousers, wear makeup, and I do not even know how to speak Hausa at all, my mum and dad speaks but they never spoke to us, or tried to get us to learn.

I and my sister  Aishat speak little Yoruba mostly as we know nothing about our language and very little about our culture.

Aishat will definitely be so glad about this party, besides she's has the Nigerian perfect body, shes plum and shes also beautiful with curly hair, the only disadvantage was that her butt was really flat and she always complained about it which I found really hilarious.

But I dare not show her I find it funny or she'll insult my living daylight, she can be really mean, even after constantly being warned by mum, she just doesn't care , besides she is alot more on the favourable side than I am.

Daddy who is a politician is rarely at home, so we don't really get to spend a lot of time with him. I doubt he'll even be present for the stupid party.

I definitely do not want to go to this party, I haven't seen Mubarak since I was 7, I looked better then, but now, I'm not so sure. I had a crush on him back then and that crush has not died down, and I definitely am not ready to let him see me like this. This is just horrible

I hurried back to my room to complete my video and do some editing after helping mum in the kitchen.

I log on to my instagram viewing pictures of different people online, not excluding my old mean primary school classmates, ugh they grew up to look even better than they did before , you'll think them being awful will make them wake up one morning looking all stunted,  but sad it doesn't happen that way.

I walk to my mirror assessing my look, Have I lost weight?, I look skinnier, this can't be happening, I hate my life!. I gain nothing and lose everything!

Hey lovelies. First chapter, thanks for reading, vote and comment decided to post more today, I'll probably post everything before next week I guess.
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You must understand how horrifying it is for Amina to look at herself in the mirror, the mirror always reminding her of the one reason why she hates herself and how she looks. But she always can't help but look at it...
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Short chapter, I've noticed first chapters of most of my books are always short ..I'm sorry.