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The High Price of Twinkies: Driven By a Demon Called The Inner Fat Kid
Continue to the storyI was a timid little kid. So much so that I’ve often wondered if my caesarian birth simply sprang me from that comfy womb before I was ready. By the time I was halfway through elementary school, I had managed to shield myself from the growing number of bullies with a growing armor of fat... Eventually I came to feel terribly isolated and freakish. There was only one kid in class fatter than me. Little solace; I saw my own misery in his. My parents tried to help, but it came to nothing.