I've always been overweight, well no, hang on a minute, that's not strictly true. For most of my life, I've been on the "big" side. Where other girls my age were a size 12, I was a size 16. Well do I remember I was about 16, and I was at this party. I had on a lime green skirt with permanent pleats, I can't remember the top, but I know the shoes were green too - slingbacks they were.
Oh it's horrible being overweight, alright alright alright, I know the word is obese but I am going to use the word overweight because it sounds better and I can type it easier. I'm almost falling asleep here. If I allow myself to close my eyes for a brief moment. Unlike some, I use the "F" word - Fat. I say I'm fat, I have spoken about being fat. A memory surfaces of a dear fellow in a wheelchair, Colin his name may have been, but I'm not sure. With the passages of time it has become blurred, but not his face. I see him in his wheelchair more than thirty year later, telling me I was not fat, I was "pleasantly plump". He had been taught it was impolite to say a lady was fat, instead she was pleasantly plump. A smile comes to my face as I write this, for I was stupidly young and the world was my oyster, but I did not know it.
I am very tired and must close now before I nod off for good over the computer.
ETA: While searching the net for stuff about obesity and breathing difficulties, I came across this
.......To be continued ....................................