When I was a kid I was the fat kid. I was probably about 30 pounds overweight at 12, 60 pounds over weight as a freshman in high school and more than 150 pounds overweight when I graduated from high school. I got picked on a lot and bullied and ridiculed and at times I felt suicidal as a result. One day one of the cheerleaders, a girl I had a major secret crush on, invited me to a party. In fact she invited me to be her date at the party. I didn't realize at the time that it was a joke and I was the butt of the joke. I got there and she and the rest of the cheerleaders and jocks had a grand old time laughing their asses off at my expense mostly calling me names like elephant man and hippo etc. I wanted to lash out but I was just too chicken. So when I graduated I left town and never looked back.

When I got to college I found that most people were a little more mature than in high school but there were still idiots that entertained themselves by ridiculing others. I met a nice girl who was also over weight and we got involved in activities together. We both liked going to the beach and we both liked beach combing and started to do a lot of beach combing together in the hot Florida sun. Without a lot of effort we noticed that every few months we each had to go shopping for new clothes and within two years we had gotten down to much trimmer sizes. I was down to what was suposed to be a normal weight range for me and she was within 20 lbs of that goal and we kept at it and all the while we fell in love. She got to be quite the sexy girl and I had came to notice just how beautiful she was under all that fat which was now gone. She in turn kept telling me how I was getting sexier by the day. At some point in our relationship, perhaps a year in, we exchanged virginities and things really heated up.

The summer after my softmore year in college I returned back home to visit family. Now I know I said I never turned back but what I meant was I retained no contacts with anyone from school and my only reason for being in town was to visit family. When I left that crappy little town I weighed 325 pounds. Now that I was back for a visit I was a solid athletic 170. My acne had cleared up, I had a Florida tan and my hair was sunbleached blond. My girlfriend would describe me as a hot surfer dude though I never surfed. So there I was at McDonalds in line to grab a bite to eat and who should be waiting on me but the cheerleader who had made made me the class joke. There she was in her smelly McUniform. The thing is I would never have recognized her except for two things. One was that she wore a barette in her hair that I happen to know she made herself and was quite proud of. The other was the name tag with that unique fake French name of hers. without either I would never have recognized her. She was about 400 lbs and was wider than she was tall. I could not believe my eyes. She didn't recognize me either. Well of course she wouldn't I had lost 160 lbs and otherwise looked a lot different. My brother was there with me, he was a senior in high school and knew this girls younger brother and so of course he knew her as well. When he told her who I was her eyes bugged out. I just smiled and left with my food.

What goes around comes around and goes around.