One chubba bubba coming up!

Everyone has their own hand print.... their own distinguished 'look', their own personality, talents, temperaments, and most of all.... body shape.  Imagine being the unfortunate mumma that had to push out the equivilent of a 12 pound watermelon out of your glory bits?
Well for one thing, I don't envy them one bit, there's only so far this lady is willing to stretch!  Now some of these babies are born as giants, and some get the gift of being short and plump... or more notably, 'chubba bubbas'.

Now I didn't fall into this category (you can thank me later mum for not tearing up your insides), but despite being an average 8 pounds, I was born with the dreaded chubba bubba syndrome.  Those chubby cheeks, pot belly, double chin with fountains of dribble, arm and leg rolls that would make Jabba the hut blush.  Some chubby babies, get the luck of losing their baby weight when they start walking and become quite small children to accompany their ever increasing metabolism.  I, unfortunately, was not blessed with a high metabolism, so I continued on life as a chubby toddler.

Now don't get too confused here. I didn't have a fat complex since birth, nor did I care bout my size as a toddler.  It was with age and further social interaction that I began to realise that my size was socially inadequate.  I felt like my size held me back from having friends and not being bullied, hence making me unhappy.

As sad as it is, children do find it much easier to bully someone who is visually unappealing to them because it makes the target different.   It's easy to point out that someone is perceptually overweight, or has visual deformities or wears the 'wrong' clothing.  But anyway, back to my story....

Things actually started to improve when I started school.  One day, I magically got thinner and visually felt like a 'real child'.  For years, I thought I was in the clear.  That I evaded obesity for good.  That I would be a cute and normal skinny child.  But things changed when I turned 9.....