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Wow, these stories about childhood are bringing back some memories for me...
I remember my junior year in high school, I was picked to be the drum major for the band for senior year. That's the person who wears the fancy uniform and high-steps in front and directs the band. Very big honor. So I trained all summer long and tried to lose weight, but there was no way I was going to fit in the uniform, so I quit. I was embarrassed to the tell the band director why. He just got mad at me for not following through and having to find somebody else.
Another one...my mom used to tutor kids who could not go to school because of illness. One time she came home and told us about a girl who was so skinny because of being sick. She said, "Three of her legs would fit in one of Sue's." My brothers thought it was hilarious--they wanted to know how many legs did this girl have?! But it wasn't funny to me.
And, much more recently...at a job about 7 or 8 years ago, one of my coworkers patted my stomach and smiled because he thought I was pregnant. And I wasn't. I wasn't angry at him, he was trying to be sweet, but it was embarrassing.
Sue
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