Podgy: A very short love story

“I have a new pet name for you,” he said, one evening after we rolled off the bed, and I stood in front of the mirror fidgeting with my bra strap. “Ya?” I said, even as I was looking at the roll of fat around my belly, and the black circles that had come from staying awake too late, usually to just chat with him. “Podgy,” he smiled and then laughed when he saw my horrified reaction. “What!!! It’s cute and suits you,” he said, as he walked by slapping my butt. “You can’t call me podgy. It’s not even a cute name – it’s makes me feel like I am a pig…. Nooo!” I said, as I plopped back in bed on my stomach, throwing my feet like a five-year-old. “But I like podgy girls… so you are podgy,” he growled into my ear, as he lay over me, his skin on mine. Only he could do this — turn me on just with one touch. But I wasn’t going to be okay with this name. I spent hours dressing up for him, doing my hair, smelling good… even buying pretty underwear, which I don’t think he ever bothered seeing – sure, I was a little plump, but podgy. No way. This was making me depressed. “No, you are not calling me podgy. That makes me feel ugly. I don’t care if it’s in jest, or if you think it’s affection. I won’t agree,” I said as I turned on my side, with a tear rolling down my face. And then he hugged me from behind, spooning his frame into mine – always such a perfect fit. And his hand went around that muffin top, cupping it with his fingers. “It is affection. It’s love. Your body is beautiful to me. What would I do if you were like other girls and didn’t eat pizza with me? Or share my whiskey and coke? And your dark circles, are proof that you love me. Because after a long day, you still sit and talk to me… hear my worries, and put your hand over my head as I whine. Your body, your face, are testaments of who you are, my lover,” he said as he snuggled closer in. And then he dug his fingers deeper in her flesh and said, “So cute… my little podgy.” She smiled into his arms and then mock scowled, “Only you can say that.” And then he said, “Because it’s mine. All mine. That’s why only I can say that. Only me.” Finally, Podgy was happy.


The Love Letter series: The first one

Dear You

I had been living in a dream world for a few days. Ever since you said that you wanted to go away with me. Even for a day. I had been thinking of how you would look at me siting next to you as we were on the road listening to that Coldplay song, and realise how you couldn’t wait to start a life with me. How as we sat on the beach at night under the stars, you would hold my hand and say this was it, and I was the one. How you would wake up next to me, drink tea sitting on the porch and tell me I was the most beautiful girl you ever saw, and that it made you happy to just see my face. Then you would ask me to run away with you. And you would tell me how you would never want to leave. How you wanted the whole world to know that I was your baby.
But your life is keeping you away. Maybe later you say, when the clouds descend and the rain reminds us that crying is not such a bad thing. I still have the dreams. Sweet dreams.