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My Life growing up Fat

When I was in the First or Second grade, my mother had to visit my school for some reason or other. It was winter time, and it has snowed that morning. I spent my entire recess time clearing all the snow off the steps and sidewalk so my mother would not slip and fall when she came to visit. I loved my mother with every fiber of my being, and I remember being very worried that she might be hurt. The other children taunted me and kicked snow back onto the sidewalk, calling my mother a fat cow who couldn't even walk in the snow. I was devestated, not at the cruelty of these children, for I was well aquainted with that. But this was the first time I realized that their hate and cruel jibes could be directed to those that I loved, instead of just at me. I knew they all hated me and that I was some kind of freak. This was my first lesson in their hating another person because they were fat, or they were connected to me. From that day on I knew that not only was I tainted, but so is anyone who was associated with me.

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