Growing Up Fat In A Skinny World

By E.L. Robinson

Life is already hard for a kid but it' even harder when you are an overweight kid. Imagine growing up overweight in a family where you have the monopoly on it. Join me on this journey as I find my way in a world where being overweight overshadowed who I would become. Come with me as we pull back the curtain and explore what it truly feels like…."Growing Up Fat In A Skinny World", look no further.

• Language: English
• Publisher: E.L. Robinson
• Release date: Oct 21, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393292500

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Preface

I want to start by saying that everyone has their own perception. We all see things differently. So, as you read this book keep in mind that I am writing my experience from my perception. This is based on truth and I have changed the names of everyone. I am not trying to put anyone on blast I am simply speaking my truth. I hope this book helps at least one person realize that they are not alone and there is always hope!

This is my story and my testimony of my life. When I started writing this book, I was trying to not go into too many details but then the Holy Spirt said no to hold back. So, I haven’t held back. Like this book, love this book or hate this book it is fine with me because if it was meant for you then you will like or love and if it’s not then you won’t like it. That’s ok too. I did this for the people like me!

Introduction

Growing up fat in a world where every time you turn on the television you see skinny people. The only fat woman I saw on television growing up was Nancy Green. Then as I got a little older there was Nell Carter and Charlotte Rae. Then Oprah came alone. Although today there are more fat actresses on television, you still see more slim women than fat women. Every time you look in a magazine you see skinny women. This story has no color. Being fat is like being black. So, guess what I have two strikes against me already. Now add on the fact that I am a woman and hell I’m batting zero.

By the way my name is Star Robins. I am a 44-year-old woman who was born into a family of beautiful slim women. My mom modeled when she was in her early to late twenties. So that should tell you she had a model’s body. My sister took after my mom in the looks and body department. Unfortunate for me I took after my dad in the body department. Everyone says I should have been a boy. Well you know what maybe I should have. I might have had it a little easier. Oh well that was not the journey I was sent here to take.

The world tells us that beauty is measured by the size we wear and how much we weigh. So, for those of us who don’t fit into that box we are made to feel bad about ourselves. Well you know what? Screw you world! I am tired of being judged by my outer appearance and not who I am on the inside. If you are reading this book and you don’t understand what I mean? Keep reading and you will get a better understanding of what I am saying.

If I hear that you have a cute face one more damn time I swear I will go postal. What the hell does that really mean? I’m just plain cute or I am not. I know everyone is entitled to their own opinions, but so are we.

Ok let me take you on a quick stroll through my life. Since I was five years old, I have always been one of the tallest kids in my class. I also was a little on the chubby side. Now mind you I didn’t eat much, and I was very active.

My sister, who is four years older than me, has always eaten more than me and never gained a pound. Don’t you just want to choke them. She can eat whatever she wants and don’t gain a pound. I smell the food and gain five pounds.

Do I sound bitter? I don’t mean to, I’m just fed the hell up. I love my sister dearly wouldn’t trade her for nothing, but I wish I could do that. So maybe I’m a little jealous.

As I got older, I got a little bigger. By the time I got to the sixth grade, Y’all I had boobs bigger than my sister’s and I could wear her clothes. She was a size 5/7 in juniors. So that says a lot that I could wear her clothes in the sixth grade.

Pause on that for a moment. Let me share something that sounds impossible with you. I swear it happened. One night I went to bed and I woke up and I could fit my sister’s bras. At the time she was wearing a 32B. I skipped the whole size AA and A Cup. If you could have seen the look on my mom’s face! Priceless!

Ok back to what I was saying. Y’all my boobs kept getting bigger and bigger. My dad went out and bought me about 10 bras. They were pretty and lacey, and I loved them. God has a serious sense of humor. I didn’t get to wear but about 6 of those bras and only once because guess what? If you guessed that I grew out of them, you guessed right. I went from a 40C to a 42DD in a week. If you are like me, you are wondering what the hell? They started growing and they grew fast. Now back then 42DD bras only came in black, white, and nude. How boring. I hated every minute of it.

Enough of that, so where I come from, I was told that your family is supposed to love you no matter what. I soon learned that that’s a lie.

I’ll tell you more about that later in the chapter I dedicated to family. I have dieted, I have exercised, I have tried so many things to lose weight. Nothing has seemed to work for me. All it seems to do is make me sad and depressed. When I was younger, I got so depressed about my weight and the way others made me feel that I considered taking my life.

So, to all of you out there who make yourselves feel better talking about a child who is a little or a lot overweight, remember that that person has feelings, and everyone don’t fear God and won’t think twice about taking their lives to end the hurt and pain.

Anyway, as you can see, I didn’t do that. I did do a lot of crying and I learned to escape by reading. Let me just tell everyone who knows