The F-word
The dreaded F-word that I got to hear almost on a daily basis at the school and sometimes also at home. It wasn't in English though. And maybe it meant differently for those who used it to address it, but for me it was a description of my size. I started to use it too at home occasionally, I do so even now), I do not think I mean it in that way. But I certainly use it with a negative connotation and not as a term of endearment. I was not conscious about my size but was made to feel conscious. It was not the movie stars or models which made me feel insecure but the insensitive mockery that my classmates would make of my size, my gait. I used to wonder if I was not what is considered to be a 'above average' student then how much worse it would have been. I wasn't the best at physical activity. But maybe a little practice and encouragement would have helped. Remember, this was the time when I was also dealing with the secrets of my eyesight. Anyway, it wasn't until la...