I tell people that I was a fat kid -- I did it today,actually -- and I have a story that goes a long with it and it's like, I tell them that I was in P.E. class playing soccer with the other boys in first grade and we needed goals so for goal posts some kids took off their shirts and I took mine off but my shirt had a picture of Porky Pig on it and after I did the kids called me Porky. I usually half-laugh-half-sob somethingsometime during the telling of this story.
In all honesty, I was only a little chunky, although it did get worse over the years, reaching kind of a climax during fifth grade when I would wear this horrible brown jacket every singl day, because of the uniforms. The uniforms were dark navy or khaki pants and either a navy, red, or white polo shirt. The shirt had to be tucked in. I felt that this accentuated my pot belly so I wore the jacket, no matter how hot it was. When I went to go buy books for the book fair, and they made me take off the jacket--goddamn. I don't know.
In sixth grade I stopped wearing the jacket but I still preferred the winter (I still do) because I could wear sweaters that hid my figure, haha. I really can't remember how fat I was. There are no existing photographs of me from this period in my life.
In seventh grade I began wearing an equally hideous blue jacket with green trimming on it. It's one of those swishy track jackets, that makes a swoooosh noise when you move. I remember Val asked to borrow it once and I was so happy. Another time, Yonce and I were 'play'fighting and I was winning until she knocked me over and my shirt flew up. I couldn't keep fighting with my fatrolls showing so I gave up -- anything to hide my fatness.
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I didn't actually take off my Porky Pig shirt. It was a bright blue. I think it was one of my favorites maybe not. We were playing and some kids were saying, "Take off the shirt, Porky," but not referring to my fatness
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