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.

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