Confessions of a (Former?) Fat Kid

The first perilous steps on the journey to radical self-love.

I grew up as the only chunkster in an immediate family of very thin, fit-looking people. While my mother has always been slim and elegant, my dad was constantly shredded from coaching wrestling, and my brother had been blessed by the skinny genes, I struggled with even finding jeans. Consequently, I was mocked by my peers from a young age, called stupid names like “whale” and “fatty”. I didn’t help myself with my insistence on…