My Autobiography - Chapter 10 ( Wat is seen is sold )

As I said earlier, I am an Ugly Duckling, I didn’t get attention, love & ‘you exist’ feeling from the people. I had no friends in school, I was like an odd man out. People did not reciprocate with me, conversations dried up in frowns, I was left bauched of family introductions. I couldn’t build great rapport with people. I was left un-noticed & this was all because of my geeky, shabby haphazard appearance which led to lack of morale & self confidence in me. And I confess this with honest non-chalance & admit that I had to work hard on my body & would go a long way to get those good looks. Well, why not! Banal as it may sound, re-inventing myself into nothing less than a God!
I remember those critiques that helped me working on myself. They said, “you are a sin on bed!”; “look yourself into a mirror & the mirror will break into thousand million pieces, then walk on it & see what you deserve.” But today I’ve got a body that makes men drool (until they see me without any inch of cloth on it) just kidding!. Today I’m a man who loves calling spade a spade. I’ve believed that every individual must get serious about his looks & I also believe that a good personality is more attractive than just a pretty face. But the combination of good looks & good face is nothing like a big kudos!
People suspected me to be anorexic or be on a crash diet when I started shredding weight. Well, let me set the record straight once & for all. Never listen to a word of it! Yoga is what I was fascinated with & sheer determination to practice it every day made me land on a million dollar compliment. Looking beautiful is fabulous! It feels good & there are million good reasons to like enjoy & indulge in it.
My beautiful body has helped me look smart. It has sky-rocketed my confidence. Because of this, I’m able to keep myself abreast of world events & global connections. I’ve become more impressive, educational & the best way imaginable & I believe that it has all come natural into me.
When I made an effort to look good, I soon started treating myself well otherwise too. I learnt that unlike men, children, cats, dogs, chocolates & potted plants, if I’ll love myself & strive hard to get that perfect look my body & health will in turn love me back. I looked good, my confidence soared & I got that special – “aren’t I fabulous glow.”
When I started looking good my pictures got snapped well. Look at any of those on the social networking websites. Some of my friends just looked into some of them & went oooh-n-aaah! I can’t imagine otherwise. Hey I love this one: When I looked beautiful, I became popular in my friends circle, the news of my transition spreaded like wild fire. I got upgraded in which ever family function I went. People started inviting me to the best of good functions. I still remember this scene at my co-sister’s wedding. My hometown people & also some far distance relatives of ours would fall over their senses to get to know me. Everyone would want to talk to me. I was introduced with great pride by my parents & cousins to the guests. Myriad of compliments & cookie-jar full of wedding proposals, kudos & kaput!
My school friends who always treated me as a nerd started sending me requests & invitations on social networking sites.