Confessions of a Fatty Boom Boom - Part 1

So here goes....My first (real) blog... For a while I've been wanting to create something and finally I am. My aim with this blog is not to offend any size, race, gender, culture, etc. My aim is to endorse what I think is cool and name and shame what I think is not. Hopefully other women can relate? I want to use my journey to encourage and motivate them. First, a little history... I was born in the 80's *sings song out loud*. I had a pleasant upbringing and have a family who embraces difference and equality in all areas. I thought life was great until I started primary school. I was a chubby kid with long curly (and thick) hair with skew teeth. I had no friends. I had no sense of style. I was teased. I was bullied. I THOUGHT I was a nobody. My first memory... I was probably in third grade (Standard 1 to most of you). We were on a break and it was raining. I needed the loo which was on the other side of the playground. I remember running straight across and slipped on something and fell flat on my face, managing to rip my pants across both knees. All I heard were kids screaming with laughter and all I saw was fingers pointing at me with those eyes...oh, THOSE eyes! Throughout my primary school life, I was the fat one, the ugly one, the one with the "hair". I was called "Potato", "Fatty", "Fatso", and my FAVOURITE "Fatty Boom Boom" which was the basis of that song...you know...the one that goes "Fatty, fatty, boom, boom, stamp die mense om om". And so were the days of my life. EVERY.DAY.OF.MY.LIFE. High School... I attended an all girl's high school. The teasing subsided but yet I was always the fat one, the one with the HAIR, the one with the skew teeth, the NERD. I had friends. I knew people. Life as a teen was ok...ish. I never had boyfriends like the others, I never went to parties like the rest. I went to school and spent time with my family. That was my life. I was an above-average student and a prefect in Grade 12. I was called a 'goodie-2-shoes'. To me, I did everything right. To me, my academics was who I was. It was everything. After realising I was cooped up in my own little bubble of self-doubt and academics, I decided to take a 2-year time-out. I worked odd jobs, made friends and partied. I got some piercings, got some tattoos and life, I thought, was awesome! But something was missing. I was still not as happy as I should have been. I mean I had an income, I could do what I wanted, I had a family...what more could I want? When the 2 years were over, I began a full 6 years of tertiary education. I got those degrees. I'm earning an income. I've even got the husband. Yet something is still missing. As I write this story, I'm discovering that what I thought was happiness was a mere illusion of it. My idea of happiness was based on things, on money, on romance, on qualifications. I want to use this blog as an open door. I believe I am on a journey of self-discovery and feel that this may help other young women with the same idealistic beliefs. WHO we are is not WHAT we are or WHAT we have but WHAT we aim to do and HOW we do it. Here's to happiness and self-discovery. #ENTRY1#