My childhood was not a very fun one. There were 3 events that happened that almost pushed me to the edge:
1: In 6th grade, my 2 closest friends, who I had been friends with for about 3 years, turned against me and joined the evil scum that tortured me because of my weight. This was the one that hurt me the most, because I was totally in love with one of them, and was certain that I would have a future with her, we were 11 or12 at the time, so things were starting to happen as with all kids.
2: in 1983, I was forced to throw my food away and leave a restaurant when some idiot came up, pointed at me started cussing and yelled “ that thing doesn’t need to be eating, look how big he is.” This one had me tempted at looking for a knife to slit my wrists.
3. This is a combo: In 1984, a friend of my Mom’s said “My son weighed about 500 pounds when he was your age. he lost weight by going weeks and weeks without eating anything, why can’t you do that?”
2 years later, this same friend came to visit, bringing her daughter in law (wife of the son mentioned above) I had never seen this daughter in law before, and the first thing she said to me, wasn’t “Hi, How are ya? “ or “Go to Hell” but “You’re fat and ugly like my husband was when he was your age”
Again, I ask Is it any wonder that I’m so shy?
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