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Show us a photo - nobody believes your fatty story.
Having been a chubby kid myself, I understand. I've gone through yo-yo stages throughout adulthood, and now in my current incarnation, I have become obsessed about fitness.
I don't have a scanner...or I would show you an old photo...let me work on this. Until then...TRUST ME: I was overweight...not obese, just two points beyond pudgy.
I became blue as a fatty starting at 8 years old. I suffered along till I became involved in my freshman class's "Leader Corps," a program that invited brainy kids into the world of sports, seen now as brilliant!
Not only did I learn the rules of all the sports around me, I could still feel rather "superior," as a referee, not a player.
But more happened from this experience. I became an award-winning hurdler (track), archer and (yes) square-dancer, things I never would have experienced if I'd been sitting on the couch at home every night doing homework after school.
The program was brilliant, and I hope there are more programs like it globally that include "sports morons" like me.
Call to action, y'all?
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