{"id":309,"date":"2007-01-09T22:11:50","date_gmt":"2007-01-09T22:11:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/?p=309"},"modified":"2007-01-10T00:51:14","modified_gmt":"2007-01-10T00:51:14","slug":"if-you-really-knew-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2007\/01\/09\/if-you-really-knew-me\/","title":{"rendered":"if you really knew me &#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My turn.  <a href=\"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2007\/01\/04\/because-oprah-said-to\/\">Because Oprah said to&#8230;<\/a><\/p>\n<p>If you really knew me, you would know I think I&#8217;m fat.  Not just fat.  Obese.  Morbidly so.  I have since I was nine. <\/p>\n<p>I sometimes see photos of myself and think &#8220;No way that&#8217;s me.  That person looks normal.  Not like Jabba the Hut.  Not like me.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve always been this way.  I&#8217;ve always not liked people looking at me.  People seeing me.  Because when you&#8217;re 10 and an adult laughs at you and calls you BOSS HOGG (You know, Jefferson Davis) you think everyone else is gonna do the same.  You automatically assume you&#8217;re fat.  Even though you&#8217;re not. <\/p>\n<p>My father, once or twice removed &#8211; I&#8217;ve never understood how &#8216;removals&#8217; work &#8211; use to throw the lovely label at me.  BOSS HOGG.  &#8216;Jaws&#8217; was another.  I had chubby cheeks.  Reeeally chubby cheeks.  So I guess it stood to reason I&#8217;d like a nickname like Jaws. <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-content\/BuffyAge9.jpg\" rel=\"lightbox\" title=Buffy Age 9\"><center><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-content\/thumb-BuffyAge9.jpg\" alt=\"Buffy Age 9\"\/ border=0\/><\/center><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I was also called BUFORD &#8211; after Jackie Gleason&#8217;s Buford T. Justice character in Smokey and the Bandit.  My father didn&#8217;t call me that.  Not originally.  That one started with someone who didn&#8217;t know any better &#8211; my youngest brother.  But my father laughed whenever he said it, and everyone knows when you laugh at something a five year old does it just encourages them to do it again. <\/p>\n<p>Who knows.  Maybe he really thought I was fat &#8211; not the brother, the other.  I mean, he&#8217;s pretty little himself.  One hundred and forty pounds was a healthy weight for him, a grown man.  So maybe 72 on a 10 year old girl looked a little on the large side.  <\/p>\n<p>Or maybe it was because I was bigger than certain stupid cousins.  But certain stupid cousins were already throwing up in the toilets &#8230; and they weren&#8217;t 5&#8217;4.  I was.  And I had those chubby cheeks.   Skin and bones everywhere else.  I realise that now, looking at other children.  The same age.  The same size.  Who I&#8217;d call skinny. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I thought I was fat.&#8221;  I said to my mother a few years ago.  &#8220;What?  You were so thin, you looked sickly sometimes.&#8221;  Is what she said to me. <\/p>\n<p>Maybe someone should have told my father. <\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My turn. Because Oprah said to&#8230; If you really knew me, you would know I think I&#8217;m fat. Not just fat. Obese. Morbidly so. I have since I was nine. I sometimes see photos of myself and think &#8220;No way that&#8217;s me. That person looks normal. Not like Jabba the Hut. 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