Dec 24 2008
My life as a Fat Person
Well my life is like any other person that has struggled with weight. I remember being in second grade being small then just by seventh grade i was horrified at the size clothes we had to buy for school that year. I come from a large family, what i mean by large is not quanity of people but the size of my family. I felt destined to take on my genetic traits over the years, which i did, not gracefully though. I did not allow my size to determine what i did in life with activities. I was able to participate in field hockey, basketball, and softball for six years during jr. high and high school. I struggled with not being the fastest person or becoming more and more short of breath. I am sure we have all struggled with this throughout our lives so this doesn’t make me unique. I remember my life at home as wonderful minor struggles with home life and always having food available to me. My mother is a wonderful cook so we always had sit down meals that consisted of the ideal traits of a normal dinner with meat, potatos, veggies. There was always extra to make sure there were seconds along with all the glorious toppers of gravy, butter, salt. My biggest downfall over the years has always been my passion for potatos. It doesn’t matter how they are prepared they ended up in my mouth. Especially the old addage of not being able to just eat One lays potato chips, didnt’ happen for me. I would like my lips and the thought of life time on my hips, moment on my lips never crossed my mind. Our favorite appliance was our Fry Daddy, we ate alot of fried foods over the years, it was a quick easy meal to feed three growing kids when both parents worked full time. Being constantly on the go with sports all year long didn’t make the selection of foods the best either. I remember sitting at sporting events with snickers and bags of chips for the bus ride or the bleachers to watch the other teams play. What a healthy choice to take along our merry way with us. As my high school years passed my weight kept gaining with each day. I did have a loving boyfriend that didn’t seem to be bothered but i struggled with my appearance especially when i got older. I hid behind my clothes. I remember in 7th grade my german teacher told me that she wore black because it is suppose to make people look slimmer. My new wardrobe consisted of Alot of Black clothing. I still wear it because even after where i have gotten to i still see that fat person in the mirror. It seems no matter what you do to change your appearance you still wake up every morning a fat person in your mind.
