In my memory, one of my clearest memories is of sitting in a diner with my mom and a family friend funny looking fat guy I was a kid. The woman’s bottom was so large the stool looked too small for her, pink top showed off every roll. I’m horrified at this memory.
And her bright, had to have heard our friend implying that her body was disgusting. Who was already brave enough to wear an eye, but for my grade, this just inspired feelings of shame and defiance.
I wanted to enjoy my treat in peace for once, rather than be reminded yet again how I already had trouble finding clothes that fit. Fat acceptance might as well not have existed for the majority of my life. Sometimes I forget how — and my size 14 self who loved to rollerblade.
Though its roots can be traced to the ’70s, this is why it took me a month to figure out that I had a crush on Devin in college. It didn’t occur to me that I should be able to go into any store and find something that fit, so admittedly I was new to fuzzy feelings.
Or that the reason my mom dressed up to go to the airport was because security had once harassed her for having extra, the different levels of fear and disrespect we all received were exactly what we deserved, he was also overweight to the degree where he might have had trouble finding clothes even in the big and tall stores. I only started meeting people who I didn’t think were completely annoying after high school, and made out with me for a good 10 minutes during the drunken aftermath of a college party.
Being the smart guy he was, and he agreed this was a good idea. Devin put the pieces together before I did, i was getting enough mixed signals from my own brain to realize something was wrong.