FAT Boy Essay, Research Paper

Did you ever have the chance to do something you really wanted to do, but you just didn?t

have the guts? well I encountered something similar to that. It started when I was at

thirteen , back in Junior high school. That was the awkward age when everyone was

begging to mature and grow those awful bumps all over there faces. Which was

considered puberty, but in my situation pimples were not the problem, but my weight was.

I was 5?9 250 lb. with my shoes off. This created an impact on my life that I will never

forget, and most importantly it created a lack of self confidence, which didn?t help my

relation?s with others.

It was a Friday night, and there was a dance at the school. I spent an hour

primping for the dance that night, making sure everything was in its place. This is the night

that I would take a chance and ask the most beautiful girl in school for a dance. Her name

was Jessica Morton she was 5?4 with blonde hair blue eyes and at not quite a hundred

pounds, she was my dream girl . I went over the lines of how I was going to approach

her. She was wonderful inside and out. The thought of talking to her sent an eerie chill

down my back. The idea of physical contact would be like heaven on earth. This is the

night that she will notice me.

I walked through the cold brisk air to the gymnasium, when I open the door a

blast of hot muggy wind cover my face. I start sweating right away. Everyone is cramped

in the old small gym. That was filled with about four hundred seventh and eighth graders.

I look for my gang of friends. Of course where are all in the middle of the dance floor

standing around talking to each other cracking jokes at each other. The dance was at the

begging and we didn?t want to look like a fools right a way by being different and being

the first one dance. As the night went on I keep my eyes on Jessica. But I was not the

only one. Every guy there wanted to have a dace with her. So I waited for my turn to

dance. Everytime I went to ask her for a dance I could not go through with it. I was

standing close to her, hoping she would ask me for a dance. The DJ slowed down the

musie and announced the this would be the last dance of the night. Jessica was within

arm?s length away. She was so close I could smell her sweet perfume. I decide that I had

to make my move, so I turn around and looked right at her. My hart was beating like a

drum because I made eye contact with her.

Then I slowly walk over and got myself some punch . I could not ask her to

dance with me I wanted to with all my hart but I could not bring myself to asking for a

dance. My hart felt like a pile of sand, broken in to many pieces to count. I walk two miles

home that night in the cold autumn night, with only my sweaty T-shirt on. The whole way

home I yelled at myself for not being good enough for her. I blamed myself for that?s. It?s

not that I had been rejected, it was the fear of getting rejected that stop me from asking

her to dance with me.

Today I?m glad that night happen to me, The anger that was inside me I turned it

in to motivation to get in shape. Today I?m 6?1 215 lb. and I work out twice a week. I am

in great shape and I look good. Well thetas what my girlfriend Jessica tells me. I learned

what stops people from doing what they want. People think that if they don?t try

something hen they never failed at it But I learned that if you don?t think you can do

something, then you are not trying hard enough.