0708_Kids_eating_on_couch_vg.jpgYes, I still hate that F word. But it seemed like the appropriate word choice here since it brings up the shame and sadness that word induced in me as a child. Sure I was loved, and had all the happy experiences a kid could want--great parents, friends, travels, etc.--but this is the word I believed defined me more than any other.
So here's why I mention it: A little girl sat next to me on the plane ride back from Poland last week. She was probably 10 or 11 and, if I had to guess, about 150 pounds.
Of course, the lives of all overweight children are not the same, but I looked at her and felt sorry for her. And when the stewardess came around with the beverage cart and asked her what she wanted to drink, I practically wanted to hurl my body into the aisle to stop her from handing the girl the can of Coke she asked for--to wash down her Pringles.
I was an average-sized child, until I was about this girl's age--andRead More »from What Do You Think When You See An Overweight Child Today?