My Big Fat Story: Part 2

My 7th Birthday (that's me in the yellow)

30 years.  Looking back, I was about six when I had my first thoughts of dislike for my body.  I vividly remember sitting in a tiny wading pool, thinking that my belly was round compared to my flat-stomached friend, who was wearing a two-piece.  I was SIX!!  I also remember thinking my skin was too white.  I wanted to be thinner.  I wanted darker skin.

Looking back, like at this picture, I see that I wasn’t the ginormous kid that I imagined in my own head, but I was “above average” one could say.  My school friends didn’t tease me or call me “fatty McFat”.  That was reserved for the really blubbery types.  Thus began the fear.  What if I get fatter and they start teasing me?