Big meets small

I've just kept thinking about Mr. Big. I hope he's safely somewhere away from the rain and the staring, and although I know I should heed my own advice, I wish he'd try and do something about himself. With that weight, medical complications run high, risks run even higher. I am nobody to tell anybody something, least of all big me advising another big man. I just would like to maybe see him somewhere again, at his rate, I think he's like a time bomb. But of course I know the million reasons which make us big. It includes food of course (do not believe anybody who says food isn't part of it), it also could include an under active thyroid, steroids and many other things. But mostly it's because we get to a 100 kg (which isn't that bad at all) and suddenly we're so ashamed of ourselves that we self harm ourselves through food. We don't like the mirror anymore and people do not understand, so we eat some more, and more, and the weight just piles up. Then we go on so many diets but keep none of them, or as I do, go on a diet, half the weight only to double it up all again. It's a difficult thing this weight problem. And no it's not because we're lazy people who like to sit on our ever growing butt all day long. But suddenly we start becoming restricted to physical things like stairs, hills, and the mountains put right at our feet by some asshole. What is even worse is, that through my biggy experience it seems that small people (in size and weight) think they have the damn right to lecture us when they are strangers. Most of us do not hate smaller people, but quite a lot smaller people hate us and would holocaust us without a second thought. Please do not say it's in my imagination, I've lived it, and it's just what happens. Perhaps we big ones give out a vibe of some sort, it doesn't happen so much now, if I get a stare, I stare back, and the initial starer turns red and flees the scene. It takes a lot of hard work to arrive at this stage, to stop apologising for yourself. But every time I see a sad act of someone bullying a big person just because they're big, I always, always, without fail remember someone else; someone who is definitely not big by body weight but so big in everything else. Walking into a new school only to find a superior three times less my size wasn't a very easy thing. I was taken aback, I really thought I was going to be in for a lot of weight-related jokes, because this man wasn't big in size. So I didn't like it much, not that I didn't like the man, but I felt so much bigger next to him. I felt thrown into the world named Uncomfortable, created just for me for the occasion. I couldn't have been more wrong. For the whole year I was treated with the utmost respect, he didn't stare, didn't laugh, he thought my opinions were valid, he became my mentor, and an extremely good example of today's Homo Sapiens. Of course I liked feeling comfortable in my own skin, and when he decided to move onto another school, I didn't like it much. Then I heard through the teacher grapevine he would be posted at another school which I attend and the minute I showed that I was pleased, the grapevine said I was such a fool, the man was one of those who would be nice and then back stab later. And me the fool almost believed it, until I actually took myself to the other school, and my other big thing; my mouth, just told it like it was. I'm glad I did. The grapevine had it all wrong, probably not for a good cause. Today I still enjoy the same respect of last year, only at another school. It took someone small in size (and I do not say it in any disrespectful way), to make Big Me feel comfortable. It took a small man, big in politeness and kindness as well as intellect to make me feel 'normal'. I hope this man will be awarded a medal for silently going out of his way to make me at ease, both professionally and physically. And if I'd had it my way, his epitaph would read, 'Here lies a man who was not big in physique but so big in everything else, the small who made Big feel good.' And I will always be grateful for his professional yet friendly and thoughtful way who tackled big old me. Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction, trim waists and not-so-trim waists needn't be at war. Because sometimes diversity works, if you work at it.