I was a skinny, athletic kid, until 16. From 16 to 22, I was hefty (a term I find preferable to chunky, heavy or the big “O” word). Since 22, I have slimmed down and, while not so athletic anymore at 45, I am fit. Every now and again, when I recount my years of being “two tons of fun”, people are often disbelieving and want to see the fat pictures.
Well they surfaced on Facebook, courtesy of a college friend to whom I haven’t spoken in years and years and, after this, may not for many years to come. Ok, I am exaggerating. I’ll talk to him at our 60th college reunion because we will both be senile.
I can honestly say I have been the trifecta of fat, dumb and happy — all at once and at different times.
Ah, the joys and perils of connectivity.
First off, while you were definitely heavier than your current teeny tiny self, you were NOT even close to the ‘o’ word. And second, you were always beautiful… what I remember the most is that you had the most incredible skin and gorgeous eyes. Still true.