When shall i be fat...?

I have been struggling with my physique for a while now. How long, i do not remember but certainly it has been ages. I am stuck with my appearance and there seems no solution to it. Particularly when the whole world seems to be working on methods to loose fat, I am dealing with this problem upside down. No matter what I eat, how much I eat, my weight remains static, static like the chemical technology, or the Indian per capita food grain consumption (well let me remind myself of what it was ...while working on this silly office stuff recently I was enlightened that Indian per capita food grain consumption is one sixth of that in US, and that their grows further by about 10 % every year, but our has remained almost same for something like decades. Its amazing how much Americans can eat and the appetite seems increasing endlessly). Anyway, I was thinking that my weight is as static as one of those things in the world which are notorious for their non progress.

I am so often told that I must get fat, as if I don’t know already. But I need explanation from all such insensitive people about what control we have over such things? It’s a universally acknowledged fact, despite all odd claims, that all that people can ever do to alter their weight is change their diet. If that doesn't work, they can try out some medicines, which I am confident that it remains largely a futile exercise.

Almost everyday, some or the other person shall underestimate me for my age and simultaneously my position. In a sales profile, I am then forced to rescue myself with some name dropping and all. And then these Indian dresses specially are meant to embarrass people like me. A saree on me, for example, looks nothing better than that on a hanger. A suit too gives only a hungry look. Thank god that in such hopeless scenario, western dresses still look acceptable. I do not belong to a below poverty line family and yet, my body tells nothing else. Probably my thoughts are hyperbolizing the situation, but my sufferings are true word by word.
Enough! I should pray to god, begging him to end my agonies. That seems to be the last plausible resort.