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MY FRIEND - BEAUTY


Omoge Tika-body lives in my compound. Don’t ask me how she got the name; I heard them call her that and of course she answers to it. Omoge Tika-body is big, fat arms and legs, nicely rounded stomach like that of a 4months pregnant woman. Right and left buttocks follows a rhythm when she moves and surely those babies on her chest jiggle just right.
Everyone in my compound mocks Omoge Tika-body anytime she is seen cooking or eating; they will say,
              'Don’t you know that you need to watch your weight?'
or the crazy ones will say,
              'All you know how to do is eat; can’t you fast so you can become lepa ehn?'
See no one knows tomorrow ooo; Omoge Tika-body might decide  to change her diet, exercise and loose some weight but never think that it was your own words that motivated her.
Listen, many will remain where they are just because you keep commenting on their body shape and size. Many are depressed because of your unthinking cruel words; the strong ones ignore and ensure they keep gaining weight.
If you know you don’t want to become a murderer with your words, then watch your tongue… Omoge Tika-body is a person and needs to feed like you too only with different metabolism and genetic makeup.
By the way Omoge Tika-body is my friend now and her name really is Beauty. Think about it… Body shaming is WRONG!
Olanrewaju Oluwatosin Racheal pen name 'Tosraheal' is an avid reader and a budding young writer, she loves art and likes to dabble in different creative works. 

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