Flab

"Move fatass."

I couldn't be that big.

"My wrist fits in between my fingers"

I can't do that.

Now I can.

Everyone around is skinny, the beautiful blond-haired blue-eyed beauties I'll never get.

I realized I was no longer a child when I looked in the mirror and didn't look what I saw.

When the overlapping chunks of skin and adipose tissue seemed unsightly.

When suddenly, the food I was eating was gross.

I grew up when I started seeing what was wrong with me.