I'm in grade 3. I made lots of great friends in kindergarten. Maybe I'll even be friends with them when I'm all grown up. Grade 1 was a blast. I was in the Bugs Bunny reading group. We were the best in the class. My best friend skipped grade 2, so now she's here with me in grade 3. I really like being at school with all my friends. I have lots of friends. We're having a folk dance. A big city wide competition. We are practicing our dance today. The song goes like this. "Oh, I don't want her you can have her, she's too fat for me-hey, she's too fat, she's too fat, she's too fat for me". My teacher pairs me up with a boy in the class. A kid I've known since kindergarten. So as the song starts to play and we beging our dancing, he sings the song to me. Loud and clear. He even points and laughs a bit. I don't really like how that makes me feel. But I'll just ignore him and keep dancing.....
I'm 34 now, and will remember that moment for the rest of my life. It surfaces and haunts me far more often than it should.
I have decided, today for some reason I am not sure of, that I will not let this haunt me any further. I am 34 now. Time to grow up. Time to grow.
Over the next little while I am going to share my thoughts in this blog, in hopes that I will come to some kind of internal peace with myself and who I am. I am not too fat. And you can't have me, because I don't want you.
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