I can say this with a smile on my face now. But when I started at the University of Washington (home of the Huskies) three years ago, the word "huskies" made me sad.
I was a bigger girl, a size 18 to be exact. And of all the words I used to describe myself - plump; big, beautiful woman (otherwise known as BBW); full-figured; and big-boned - husky was the one that made me cringe.
For as long as I can remember, I've struggled with my weight. When I was a little girl, boys would tease me relentlessly. They'd call me names. Fatty. Thunder Thighs. Big-E-Smalls (because I was chubby but never really developed breasts, I guess). And "Husky" (because I've always been a big University of Washington fan).
Even my girlfriends couldn't make me feel better.
"But you have a pretty face," they'd say, as if that helped.
It hurt, but I carried on. I studied hard and was involved in yearbook and Make-A-Wish. But I knew there was no chance I'd ever be homecomingRead More »from Sleeveless in Seattle: My Story of Obesity