The Swing
November 17th, 2008June 19th, 2007 5:45am
I finally did it! I went to the park to try out the swing. The last time I managed to fit on it was at 15 and I weighed 390 pounds. As I was walking to the park I was trying to think of how it felt to glide through the air and be free, then it came to me. There was a time when I was young and my weight didn’t cause such chaos. I wasn’t called fat, monster, cow, or any of those names I was titled in high school. I was just Rocky not the kid struggling with Obesity. When I was young I was free of judgment and dirty faces, people loved the “Cute Chubby Rocky”. And then I grew bigger and my weight started to hold me back. I could no longer do “Kid Things” and that’s when T.V. and my room became my best and only friend. It was clear people didn’t like the fat Rocky; some made dirty faces, called names, laughed and everything else to make me feel bad. But lets makes it clear I wasn’t your typical “Fat-Boy-Sitting in the Corner-Looking Depressed-Kid”. I had a very strong sense of humor that got me through life, but we will talk about that later. Now back to the park, I finally made it there with the moon out and the park free of people. I quickly sat on the swing thinking ” how the heck am I going to get out”? But I managed to fit, this Rocky, a thinner one fit in a swing again, on the very same swing I got stuck in years ago. It felt so good to be able to rock back and forth on that swing. I was gliding through the air again just like I did when I was a “normal Rocky”. That swing represented how free I was when I was a child, life seemed endless, free of sickness, death, obesity, expectation, jobs, hatred, etc. Then I grew up and realized life is so much harder than riding a swing.
