Inspired by Lesley at Fatshionista’s post about childhood obesity as a onetime obese child, I lost a few hours sleep last night locating and digging through boxes to find my junior high school journal. I found a few other things along the way, and I may scan these souvenirs in and share them over the next couple of weeks.
I’ve been trying to figure out how to be “me” here — me, as in, connected with my identity in the “real world.” I have some fear of other things I’ve written out in the world before I was “out” coming back to haunt me, hence this space isn’t connected with those spaces, however, I’m sure it’s possible to connect dots and tie it all together. I can only proceed on the idea that maybe five people in the world would care enough to suss it out.
Without any further adieu, here is the entry from my journal I kept for 7th grade English and Composition, with my absolutely beautiful, fabulous, caring, fat teacher Nan commenting below.
For reference, here are two pictures of me at that age (please do not submit the picture with the cake to cake wrecks, as I’m not a professional decorator. The cakes — two whole cakes! — were for a family party celebrating my aunt and uncle’s marriage, an informal reception about 350 miles south of where they got married).
To the 1981 version of me…
Nan is right.
I think you are very pretty, and lots of other people think so too.