I’ve been “large” (though short) all my life. From always being picked last for physical games
(“No, you take Gott!”), to enduring nicknames like “punkin’” in high school to being rejected for jobs (though nobody would admit that was even a reason, much less the reason) to being rejected for dates by girls with lame excuses like “I have to wash my hair” or “I can’t miss my meeting of Jobies,” I’ve had to find ways to deal with other people’s reaction to my obesity that don’t involve guns or any kind of revenge. I generally resort to humor. At 59 I’m still relatively sane (I suppose the active word is “relatively”), so I guess it’s worked.
A little of said “humor” follows :
Lament of a Thick Man
by Larry Gott
It’s always been a losing fight
For me to curb my appetite,
My pot (the legal kind) is there to tell.
My kindly friends, in charity,
Ignore my globularity,
But I find it distressing when I swell.
Rare is the haberdashery
Whose duds fit my periphery,
What clothes look good on me is hard to say.
If I don’t diet, it’s a cinch
My shoes will even start to pinch.
Those extra pounds are always in the weigh.
I’ve heard it said, “The flesh is weak.”
I guess that’s so, but when I seek
To trim, the spirit’s willing, you can bet.
Perhaps someday I’ll lose it all,
Go out and have myself a ball,
And weigh a hundred fifty – soaking wet!
Okay, other large people, now please share some of YOUR stuff on the subject.