“Look at her, she is
a hog.”
Those words still pop into my mind at least once a week. Some boy at my
summer camp so cleverly hurled that insult at me when I was 12 years old and we
were out at the lake for the day. We were all sitting in the boat and someone
said I was hogging a seat and that boy felt the need to drive home the fact
that I wasn’t like my teeny, bikini-clad bunk mates. I didn’t really understand
at that time that he was making fun of me for being overweight. I wish I could
say that that was the last time that I was teased and bullied for not being a
size 2, but that would be lying.
As I watched a “Too Fat for Fifteen: Fighting Back” re-run last
night, I listened to the kids tell their stories of being bullied for their
size. One girl said, “We are the only species that enjoys torturing one
another.” That really struck me.
Is that true?
Are we the only ones on the planet that bully members of our
species solely because they aren’t the same size? Regardless, you have to admit
that we do it very well.
Bullying is such a huge issue for young kids but it is also
a problem for adults. I’m in my twenties and I can’t tell you how many hurtful
comments I had to endure during freshman year in college.
“Where’s the
farmer…Who knew the circus was in town?…I thought they freed Willy…I don’t date
outside of my species…”
Those were just some of the comments that the University’s brilliant male population came up with.
But the bullying had begun long before I ventured to college. Going to an
all-girls prep school (really a Barbie factory masquerading as a school) was
hard. The girls were tan, thin, bouncy, athletic and just gorgeous.
Of course we all
went through our awkward phases, (remember Pacsun?) but everyone, for the most
part, started out cute then progressed to pretty and finally ended up at
gorgeous.
And then there
was me.
The pretty bone structure…Really?
I felt guilty for eating, just imagining the things my
classmates were saying about me. The boys (from our brother school) were
relentless with the under-the-breath insults and backhanded compliments. And
I
wish I could say that at least I was the smart one and the people who hurled
insults at me were brainless brutes. But this isn’t She’s All That (ahh Freddie Prinze Jr.!) and my classmates were all
incredibly bright.
So the insults were witty and thoughtful. (I like to have to
think about whether or not I’m actually being made fun of. Keeps me on my toes)
I tried to pretend it didn’t hurt, laughing it off or acting like I didn’t
care. But I was dying on the inside; every insult and jab pushed me further and
further into my shell. I made it my mission to blend into the wall, praying
that no one would see me, desperately trying not to draw any attention to
myself.
I stopped going to dances, parties, and school events just
because I was scared of being teased or made fun of. I missed my senior prom,
every graduation party, my Europe trip and pretty much everything else that
came up in school. I essentially didn’t have a life. Kids were cruel, not only
through the things they said but through the things they didn’t say or didn’t do. To be the invisible
girl, the girl that no one even remembered was almost worse than the insults,
because I felt isolated and alone and that is the worst feeling in the world.
It’s funny to think that people can make someone feel so
terrible about themselves just because they don’t look the same. Yes I was
overweight but did that hurt them? No. There is no excuse for bullying, flat
out. But unfortunately it continues to be such a problem.
Sticks and
stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you.
Biggest lie ever!
Words hurt so
much-they are devastating and- people sometimes forget the power of words.
As I lost the weight, the bullying slowly stopped. But it
doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about it; that is something that stays with you. But
I work really hard in order to move beyond it. As they say, the best revenge is
success!
I strive now to be fit not necessarily skinny (that's a happy by-product but not my main goal anymore) and to focus on things like negative splits in my runs, decreasing my mile time or striving for a PR in a race. Size should not be a reason to torture anyone nor should it define who we are. Fit and healthy are not synonymous with skinny.