Growing up as a fatty in skinny society was traumatic enough without the unpleasant addition of glasses, an alcoholic father, and the label of gifted and talented. In other words, you are not just a social outcast but you are destined to be intelligent enough to recognize your plight.
Unlike today, in the seventies fat kids were a rarity. There was no plus section, no Torrid. My parents bought me clothes in the maternity section and hemmed them for me. Boys had husky tough skins. There were no obese garamimals.
To add insult to injury, I was a food addict before it was known that eating a bag of of Doritos and washing it down with a two liter of Mountain Dew wasn't normal for a seven year old. I've been on weight loss plans since I was ten. Parents get kinda grumpy with their chubby embarrassment but as a parent myself I see the solution was fairly simple - stop buying crappy food!
Junior High School was excruciatingly painful. Cries of orca the killer whale got old around fifth grade. The saving grace for me was being in the gifted and talented program. I was always challenged to dumb myself down because I wanted to be liked by more than my teachers. Thank you Mrs. Claunch for letting me spend lunch time away from the cafeteria humiliation I had experienced most of my school years. I used to pocket my lunch money, starve all day. While other kids were talking about the social mores of 13 year olds, I got to avoid the daily humiliation of having no where to sit. We were writing code and looking at the stock market in blissful isolation. If only I wouldn't have traded my intellect for social acceptability in high school. I could have invented the next great thing instead of investing in getting fucked up to feel normal. Gifted with less talents