Waiting, waiting, waiting. All my life, I've been waiting for my life to begin, as if somehow my life was ahead of me, and that someday I would arrive at it.

I have lived my life in a culture that hates fat people.

So instead of beating myself up for being fat, I think it's a miracle that I laugh every day and walk through my life with pride, because our culture is unrelenting when it comes to large people.

The way I see it, I can either cross the street, or I can keep waiting for another few years of green lights to go by.

My parents have always been offended by my weight, embarrassed maybe. It didn't fit with their sensibilities.

So to me, fat just seems to be right to the point and the most descriptive way to say it.