Oh, I am a very confident person.

Modestly, let me prove my version.

Charging like a bull in a shopping mall,

Shirts, Tunics, Skirts, I intend to try them all!

The queue at the Trial Room is a real trial;

Confident of my body, I buy the clothes without a trial.

Meanwhile, a gift from a cousin awaits in my room –

An ‘M’ sized kurti it is, enticing my gloom!

The shopping bags, of the mall, laugh at me;

XL size tags peek at my shame for free!

Exasperated at my cousin’s assumption,

I still try on the beautiful kurti in a delusion…

Stunned I stare in the mirror without a blink

The gift fits me better that I could ever think.

Hastily, I pull out a formal top I’d just bought,

2XL it reads but I try it on calmly without a thought.

My mind buzzes into its weird calculations.

Amidst the chaos, I question my hallucinations.

I thought I knew my body in 3D.

Hence, bought it a loose, 2XL remedy.

Was this confidence an overestimation?

And a time for a dire reevaluation?!

A choice of prefix seems to dictate my being;

The word ‘estimation’ it is bullying.

‘under’ or ‘over’ – it hardly matters

When prefixed, it leaves my choices in tatters…

My body image sits on the pinnacle of overestimation

Only if it wore positives for its orientation.

The story could have compensated if it ran the same…

But all my insides instead took the blame…

Times when I needed belief in my decision,

Or a fresh restart after a failed action,

My wicked mind floods with underestimation;

Drenched lies my confidence in demoralization.

It’s surprising how my cousin saw the true me in a glance

And, I, living with myself, see myself unworthy of a chance!