While I was scrolling through my Instagram feed, I came across Deepika Padukone’s recent photo. It was a still from a Vanity Fair shoot she had done sometime ago. It was a black-and-white photo of her wearing a black dress and a lovely necklace. She looked hot, period. I like her because she’s an amazing person. So, I liked the photo and went on to check what my friends had cooked and ate for dinner. This morning, while skimming through the news, I came across the same Vanity Fair photo. The headline accompanying it made me angry ‘Deepika Padukone Body Shamed on Instagram’.

Countless people – who call themselves fans – have decided to let Ms. Padukone know that she is too thin. Don’t believe me? Check out her post below.

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When I was young, I didn’t like being fat. I used to skip lunch or even dinner some days. I was 14 and I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t afraid of being fat or in any way judgemental about it, I just didn’t like it. I remember sneakily trying on a little black dress in the changing rooms of a Globus store and falling in love with my own reflection. My aunt, a trained classical dancer, used to urge my mom to sign me up for dance classes. She used to compliment my body type and said that I already look like an “asal dancer” and that I should become one.

While I loved being thin, I had no problem with people being fat. A friend of mine used to tell her whining mother “It’s my body. Let me keep it the way I want it to be.” She was my inspiration at such an early age to stick to my body frame. I’ve tolerated many relatives telling me that I look thin and sickly and that I should eat something. But, when the same kind of thing happened in the workplace, I was disgusted by it. When I was having coffee in the pantry, a colleague shared her plate of biscuits which I rejected because I wasn’t hungry. She turned to her friend and made a snide remark about me being anorexic.

Body shaming is not an issue that affect celebrities. It affects all of us. And, we as a sisterhood should tell both men and women that “it’s my body and I love it.