Still in Virginia, my mother and I head to the beach to get tan and get the typical Atlantic Ocean beating from the waves. We stop to rent a couple cheap chairs from the typical store along the beach and make our way down. We grab some chairs, I grab a cover-up, and we go on down. Smother myself in oil so I can cook to the point of being well-done, and go to sit down…..
Every overweight persons biggest nightmare…
I break the fucking chair.
Bent the frame actually.
My mother bursts out laughing. I lay there chuckling, humiliated and trying to laugh it off. Inside, I wanted to die a little.
This has never happened to me. Then again, I’ve never been as big as I currently am. I think this was an even larger slap in the face then the other nights revelation.
Luckily, I’m surrounded by middle aged obese women and men, so it wasn’t as devastating an experience as it might have been had I been surrounded by beach babes. But still. Yet another wake-up call that things need to fucking change. NOW.