There times I take a trip down memory lane and it makes me shake my head!
Memories can sometimes be my best friends or worse enemies.
On this journey I have chosen to take the hurtful memories and put them in perspective. If I had not experienced these awful times I would not be the person I am or have the insight to share with others.
In sixth grade we were learning about weights and measures. My teacher had the wonderful idea of everyone weighing themselves in pounds and then the class converting it to kilograms.
I could feel myself starting to sweat and I wanted to walk out. It was bad enough every day was filled with fat jokes and references to me as a whale. My thoughts circled around how the kids would make my life a living nightmare.
So the teacher called my name.
“I’m not doing it I said.”
She walked over to me and tried to cajole me to get weighed. After stoutly refusing she grabbed my hand and tried to get me out of her chair. I stood my ground and would not let her weigh me.
The class kept looking at her and then me. Finally she relented and left me alone.
Later the teacher yelled out to the class for me to write down the things I ate every day and that she wanted to look at it.
I felt horrified. Part of me wanted to refuse but after the other incident I did not want to risk a visit to the principal. So I wrote the list and had to hear her lecture me in front of the entire class how some things I was eating were not healthy and that I needed more exercise.
The next couple months were a nightmare. If I was eating the boys in my class would ask me if it was healthy or if I really needed the food. In gym there would be jabs about me needing to exercise.
It’s funny how I absolutely hate to get weighed and in some instances I feel almost in a panic.
I think it relates back to this time in my life and how humiliated I felt about my weight.
I survived and learned from the experience!
It still smarts a little!