The Weight

I am a large person. fat, obese, overweight whatever you choose to call it. I have been big all my life. I remember the first time someone called me fat. I was a small child. It was a relative. It hurt me so bad. When she said, " You're fat!" it took my breathe away. Every time she said it it became harder and harder for me to breathe. Finally I shut her up. I bloodied her nose.

Being large woman, I was treated different by men. I never dated. I was always the one who was "like a sister". I was the "understanding" one.... never desired. I was never taken seriously.

Men picked me up after dark. After their girlfriends and wives were home in bed. Booty call must have been written on my forehead.

I married the first man who showed a slight interest in me. He only married me for the children. He goes to single's clubs, stripbars and is seen frequently around town with other women. He takes them out on the town while I stay at home. He is ashamed of me. He hates my body. So do I.