There was a song in the 70's called Hey Fattie Boom Boom. By the wonders of the internet I have found it on YouTube and you can listen to it here.

My family - I was the youngest - used to tease me by singing this song.

I guess that is how I have always defined myself.

"I'm just not that girl," I told She's So Lovely, my therapist.

"What girl?" she asked.

"You know, that girl. The Pretty Girl. The Cheerleader. The Prom Queen. The girl men look at furtively, hoping she won't notice, because they think she's out of their league. Me, I'm one of the boys. They tell me dirty jokes. They stare at my boobs. They try to pick me up because they think they can have me. The fat girl."

There was a short silence.

"I think," she said, "that you need to write about this."

"Write?"

"Yes, write."

And so, I am.

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