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Mood: Distorted ]
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Currently: Eating Breakfast ]
So I read this article and posted it to Facebook with a note. Facebook decided people didn’t need to see all of that note. But it didn’t warn me it would dump half of it. So I decided to recreate it here.
Yup – this was me. And while I was never as heavy as this woman, I remember being called every name under the sun. Even by some people who I have friended on Facebook.
And the "helpful" family members telling me to lose weight. (My dad still does this. He means well, but come on.) Or the little notes my mother left me telling me not to eat the half jar of pickles, not realizing that it might be depression or an emotional release after a day of hell. An attempt to get endorphins any way I could.
I was a child, so I didn’t know how to handle these things. I changed. And not for the better. My grades tanked. I started missing school. I became obnoxious, almost as if I wanted to give them an excuse not to like me that had nothing to do with my weight. Anyone who knew me back then would have told you I was a difficult person to like.
So if you know a "fat kid" like me, be the adult that so many of us longed to have in their life. Support them.