Tubby, Blimp, Lardo, Fatass. I’ve heard them all.
By the time I turned 14 I was 275 pounds – More than double the size of most of the kids in my class.
And even though I outweighed most kids by 100 pounds or more, I was still target number one.
The names were the top of the iceberg. I would constantly hear them make animal sounds as I waked down the hall…oink, oink or mooooo, moooooo. Real original.
But it wasn’t the kids that hurt the most – I could almost handle that cause they make fun of everybody for something.
It was the adults.
“Why don’t you get off your fat-ass and walk around the block.”
“Why does your momma feed you?”
or my favorite
“You gonna cry?”
They must have thought I liked looking like this. That I liked getting out of breath after 10 steps and wearing XXL clothes…
But it was when they started hitting me that things got out of control.