Phoenix Brave
29th May 2007, 03:28 PM
Okay, now that I'm back, I thought I might just start posting a new story I've been working on. It's basically about a kid who's very obese and has negative thoughts about his body image. However, when he moves to a new place, he finds friends that actually like him for who he is, and it changes his view on himself, as well as how the world views him (probably).
NOTE: The beginning of the story may be a bit of a downer, or more of a negative thing, so please, do not think of this as a negativity story towards fat and obesity and what-not. Oh, whatever, just read it. I've blabbed on enough for now XD
----------------------------A Rough Summer------------------------------
I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing in my ear. I sleepily slammed on the snooze button and fell back to sleep, only to reawaken moments later. I tried to fall back into my dream, but I ended up having to go to the bathroom. I heaved myself to my feet and I walked across from my room, and into my bathroom. I shut the door behind me and walked to the toilet. I remembered to heave my belly up enough so that I could do my business without getting it all over me. When I finished, I let go of my belly, which shook like jello and annoyed the heck out of me. I ended up walking back into my room, plopping down onto my computer seat, and began to use my computer.
My name is Cameron Sanchez. I’m 16 years old, and I’m obese. I currently weigh at about 300 to 400 pounds, I really don’t know…..nor could I care less. I have always been a ‘big’ kid, as my parents always said, but that didn’t excuse the fact that I had a knack for gaining weight even by eating a normal, balanced diet. Basically, my metabolism sucks. It’s so slow that I think that no matter what I eat and how much weight I lose (if I lose any), I always gain it back, and then some. I always got teased at by the kids at middle school during the school year, even though I’m a smart kid and an A average student. The teachers adore me, but I was always relieved when summer rolled around. We’d have the best mini-party on the bus, singing songs from movies or reminiscing about the past year. We’d say ‘farewell’ for those we wouldn’t see again due to them graduating high school, and ‘see you later’ for those that would come back next year. Of course, I was the exception. My parent’s started to take things off of shelves and pictures from walls. When I had the nerve to ask, they gave me a look that said ‘we are moving’. I always hated moving. It always happened every three years. Mom would get a promotion, and we’d have to move closer to her new work area. I always had to say goodbye to the few friends I had, and have even fewer friends at my new place.
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Today was the last day before my computer would be packed away. Tomorrow would be moving day. I sighed as I posted on the forums I frequented, looked at the updates for World of Warcraft, and then transferred any files I wanted onto my laptop before turning off my computer. I went to my closet, grabbed a pair of pants, and tried to hoist them up. It was always a hassle trying to put them on, but when I did, I would have to make my belly hang over the pants so that the button wouldn’t fly off and hit someone in the eye. I put on one of my favorite shirts….to find out that it left about three inches of my flab hanging down below it. My man boobs could be seen probably half a mile away if you looked close enough against the black fabric. I really hated myself for what I was.
Being obese did have its perks, like your belly cushioning against blows from people that tried to punch me in the stomach, hoping to seem me fall to the ground in pain only to have their punch absorbed by my belly. They’d try again and again, only to fail. One kid did get a good idea to kick me in the middle, but his leg bounced off of my belly’s overhang and he ended up slipping and falling to the ground. He did get a slight nosebleed and ended up going to the nurses’ office, but nothing too major. He never tried to pick a fight with me again. Still, I always imagine what it’d be like to be a guy with muscles instead of flab. I would often have dreams of me being in a World Wrestling Federation match against Hulk Hogan, but before I’d win, I would always wake up irritated…and sleepy. And today was no exception. I sighed as I opened my door and yelled, “Dad! You can come up and pack the computer away!” I listened as he walked up the stairs and into my room. My dad was a hefty man….obese too. He had muscular arms that he got from working a builder for hire, but the weight he had gained went straight to his belly. His rotund gut made his wooly shirt stretch very far to encompass his girth, his belly hanging over his pants with a belt holding them up. His legs were thick as tree trunks, his calves just the same. His feet were big as well, due to him wearing size 16½ boots. He always wore the same boots every day. Those big, brown and black boots with the steel toes in them. He was a nice enough guy, but he could really kick the crud out of anyone who messed with him.
He smirked as he said, “Alrighty now, where did we put that box?” He entered my room and looked through my closet, pushing the size XXXL shirts out of the way to find the box. A voice spoke from the corner of the room and said, “I believe the box is in our room, dear.” We both turned to look at my mother. She was nothing like both of us. On the contrary, she was the exact opposite of us. She was lean, pretty, smart….pretty much your above average business woman. I always hated it when she got a promotion. Sure it did come with a better paycheck for us, but at the same time, we’d have to say goodbye to our friends and move away. I always hated it. My father smiled and said, “Ah, that’s right. Well, let me go get it, and then we can pack the computer away.” He waited for mom to move out of the way, and he waddled into the master bedroom, searching for the computer box. “So Cameron, you ready to hit the road towards Delaware?” my mother asked me. I merely went ‘hmph’ and said, “I don’t want to go.” My mother sighed, walked into my room, placed her small hand on my shoulder, and said, “Oh, come now. You can always make new friends. Besides, you can communicate with your other friends on the internet.” I almost felt like shouting, but refrained from doing so and said, “Yeah, I know. Still, I hate having to move every time you get a promotion. It seems like we’re just playing a game of checkers.” My mother stroked my long, black hair, and said, “I know, my dear, but it helps to bring in the food and the clothes and the other things that we need to live on a daily basis.” I merely went, “Yeah,” and saw dad bring in the cardboard box that came with the computer. “Alrighty son, let’s get to packin’.”
-End Part I-
That's the first part of the story. Please, feel free to tell me how it is. Is it good/bad/okay/whatever? In the meantime, I'll get to continue writing a new part and try to have it up sometime soon.
NOTE: The beginning of the story may be a bit of a downer, or more of a negative thing, so please, do not think of this as a negativity story towards fat and obesity and what-not. Oh, whatever, just read it. I've blabbed on enough for now XD
----------------------------A Rough Summer------------------------------
I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing in my ear. I sleepily slammed on the snooze button and fell back to sleep, only to reawaken moments later. I tried to fall back into my dream, but I ended up having to go to the bathroom. I heaved myself to my feet and I walked across from my room, and into my bathroom. I shut the door behind me and walked to the toilet. I remembered to heave my belly up enough so that I could do my business without getting it all over me. When I finished, I let go of my belly, which shook like jello and annoyed the heck out of me. I ended up walking back into my room, plopping down onto my computer seat, and began to use my computer.
My name is Cameron Sanchez. I’m 16 years old, and I’m obese. I currently weigh at about 300 to 400 pounds, I really don’t know…..nor could I care less. I have always been a ‘big’ kid, as my parents always said, but that didn’t excuse the fact that I had a knack for gaining weight even by eating a normal, balanced diet. Basically, my metabolism sucks. It’s so slow that I think that no matter what I eat and how much weight I lose (if I lose any), I always gain it back, and then some. I always got teased at by the kids at middle school during the school year, even though I’m a smart kid and an A average student. The teachers adore me, but I was always relieved when summer rolled around. We’d have the best mini-party on the bus, singing songs from movies or reminiscing about the past year. We’d say ‘farewell’ for those we wouldn’t see again due to them graduating high school, and ‘see you later’ for those that would come back next year. Of course, I was the exception. My parent’s started to take things off of shelves and pictures from walls. When I had the nerve to ask, they gave me a look that said ‘we are moving’. I always hated moving. It always happened every three years. Mom would get a promotion, and we’d have to move closer to her new work area. I always had to say goodbye to the few friends I had, and have even fewer friends at my new place.
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Today was the last day before my computer would be packed away. Tomorrow would be moving day. I sighed as I posted on the forums I frequented, looked at the updates for World of Warcraft, and then transferred any files I wanted onto my laptop before turning off my computer. I went to my closet, grabbed a pair of pants, and tried to hoist them up. It was always a hassle trying to put them on, but when I did, I would have to make my belly hang over the pants so that the button wouldn’t fly off and hit someone in the eye. I put on one of my favorite shirts….to find out that it left about three inches of my flab hanging down below it. My man boobs could be seen probably half a mile away if you looked close enough against the black fabric. I really hated myself for what I was.
Being obese did have its perks, like your belly cushioning against blows from people that tried to punch me in the stomach, hoping to seem me fall to the ground in pain only to have their punch absorbed by my belly. They’d try again and again, only to fail. One kid did get a good idea to kick me in the middle, but his leg bounced off of my belly’s overhang and he ended up slipping and falling to the ground. He did get a slight nosebleed and ended up going to the nurses’ office, but nothing too major. He never tried to pick a fight with me again. Still, I always imagine what it’d be like to be a guy with muscles instead of flab. I would often have dreams of me being in a World Wrestling Federation match against Hulk Hogan, but before I’d win, I would always wake up irritated…and sleepy. And today was no exception. I sighed as I opened my door and yelled, “Dad! You can come up and pack the computer away!” I listened as he walked up the stairs and into my room. My dad was a hefty man….obese too. He had muscular arms that he got from working a builder for hire, but the weight he had gained went straight to his belly. His rotund gut made his wooly shirt stretch very far to encompass his girth, his belly hanging over his pants with a belt holding them up. His legs were thick as tree trunks, his calves just the same. His feet were big as well, due to him wearing size 16½ boots. He always wore the same boots every day. Those big, brown and black boots with the steel toes in them. He was a nice enough guy, but he could really kick the crud out of anyone who messed with him.
He smirked as he said, “Alrighty now, where did we put that box?” He entered my room and looked through my closet, pushing the size XXXL shirts out of the way to find the box. A voice spoke from the corner of the room and said, “I believe the box is in our room, dear.” We both turned to look at my mother. She was nothing like both of us. On the contrary, she was the exact opposite of us. She was lean, pretty, smart….pretty much your above average business woman. I always hated it when she got a promotion. Sure it did come with a better paycheck for us, but at the same time, we’d have to say goodbye to our friends and move away. I always hated it. My father smiled and said, “Ah, that’s right. Well, let me go get it, and then we can pack the computer away.” He waited for mom to move out of the way, and he waddled into the master bedroom, searching for the computer box. “So Cameron, you ready to hit the road towards Delaware?” my mother asked me. I merely went ‘hmph’ and said, “I don’t want to go.” My mother sighed, walked into my room, placed her small hand on my shoulder, and said, “Oh, come now. You can always make new friends. Besides, you can communicate with your other friends on the internet.” I almost felt like shouting, but refrained from doing so and said, “Yeah, I know. Still, I hate having to move every time you get a promotion. It seems like we’re just playing a game of checkers.” My mother stroked my long, black hair, and said, “I know, my dear, but it helps to bring in the food and the clothes and the other things that we need to live on a daily basis.” I merely went, “Yeah,” and saw dad bring in the cardboard box that came with the computer. “Alrighty son, let’s get to packin’.”
-End Part I-
That's the first part of the story. Please, feel free to tell me how it is. Is it good/bad/okay/whatever? In the meantime, I'll get to continue writing a new part and try to have it up sometime soon.