F.A.T.

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All my life I've been told I was fat by Nada. Sometimes I was. Most times I

wasn't. But it didn't matter. I was always F.A.T.

One of the worst things Nada did to me (in that category) was, at the tender

self-conscious age of 15 (and years and years of regular sports playing which

gave me a hard muscular body on my broad frame) she forced my 152#, 5'8 " , 36C/

25 " waisted self into a FAT THERAPIST (she was seeing him because - gasp - she

weighed 140 and was 5'7 " ) and knew there was something horribly wrong with me

because (sob, sniff, sob) " NO MAN WILL EVER WANT A FAT CHICK OVER 150#... YOU

FIX HER. " I was mortified.

I remember sitting there as she slammed the door. I remember the look on his

face as he tried to figure out what just happened. I remember that his office

was tan and the window was behind him and the sun hurt my eyes. I remember

being too afraid and ashamed to have ANY emotion about this. I just sat there.

He " took my history. " We talked. He scheduled a 2nd appt. Nada was villified

by that. Smuggly, on the way home, she said, " I'll fix you... you don't HAVE to

be F.A.T! "

I didn't dare cry.

I remember the next visit lasted only a few minutes. He called her in. " XX I'm

not sure why she's here. There is nothing 'wrong' with her weight. It appears

the problem is yours. Take her home. Schedule an appointment with my

recpetionist for YOU next time. "

Thank God!

I don't know if she ever went back. I don't know what else was said. I just

remember thinking... someone saw through the cracks... a tiny ray of light shone

through and it would be many, many decades before the light came pouring

through... but someone saw it... and I still remember.

Of course, as Nada's can't ever 'learn and move on'... I was met with zingers

like the following for years:

Nothing in my closet fits today... I'm going into YOURS!

Oh honey, don't wear THAT - you look HUGE!

YOU can't wear a 2 piece... (incidently I was 130# that year.)

If you don't lose some of your ass, he'll leave you. They always do.

I'm glad you found someone to love you for your HEART. (implications obvious)

What's it like to be so fat?

Let's go shopping! You can dress ME to look thinner... you're the MASTER OF

DISGUISE (I refuse to shop with her anymore.)

Do you really WANT to eat that?

I've lost so much weight. When are YOU going to do it?

Oh, you've lost weight! I was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO worried you would have a

heart attack and die.

I've seen his ex-wifes pictures on Picassa, it looks like he's ok with FAT

women. (said 2 days ago)

Sigh...

Lynnette (hourglass and blonde and proud of it)