Lupita.

I really suck at keeping up with posts.

My sister and I were reminiscing about the past and we were remembering our house-keeper from back in the day. Her name was Lupita and she was like our second mother/older sister. My parents were always busy (don't get me wrong, I'm not saying they were never there or anything) so Lupita was always there to help us with whatever we needed.

She came to work with us when I was 3. She was only 14, but she was the only working person in her family. Every week she would send money to her family and barely kept any for herself. She was always a hard worker and she had a lot of ambition.

Lupita didn't speak a word of English, and at the tender age of 3, I didn't either. If my mom was too busy to help me with my homework, my house keeper would do her best to help me. She would also cook my meals and try and help my mom with the never-ending battle with my weight.

Needles to say, she would sneak in a couple of treats for me. She would leave me little mini-snickers on my pillow at night. Also, I absolutely refused to sleep on my own. I slept with her until I was 11. And even then, she had to be in the room for me to fall asleep.

Lupita was such an awesome big sister. She would put it on this crazy radio station that was based in Mexico City and for some reason, our retarded radio would get signal. (That radio was retarded, we would get signal from the airport and we could hear the pilots talking). The radio station would have a segment at night dedicated to the paranormal. We would stay up really late listening to people call in and talk about the weird things happening in their home. For some reason, they got a lot of calls complaining about dwarfs or elves.

I guess that's why I'm so into that kind of stuff. I grew up with it.

Anyway, Lupita left us for a good year or two. It was hard for us to cope without her because she was always there. When she came back, she had a surprise: she was pregnant. I think I was about 13 when she gave birth her son. She named him Brian, which is hilarious because he's a really really really Mexican looking kid with a white name.

We raised Brian for a couple of years.

Then she left to Atlanta and she would call us all on our birthdays and send us letters. I always thought it was so sweet that she remembered all that stuff.

She came by and stayed with us for a couple of days this past summer, and it was just like old times. We stayed up until the wee hours of the morning talking about what's new, talking about love and most importantly, talking about ghosts.

My sister and I were laughing because she and I were horrible kids to her sometimes. We locked her out of the house while my sister and I wreaked havoc on our house. One time, we were out riding out bikes and I decided it would be hilarious to ram my bike into hers, and when I did, she flew off of hers and skinned her leg BAD. She still has the scars!

Oh man, Lupita was such a badass.

She's working at the Salvation Army now and she can speak English! That girl has so much ambition... I envy her. What she wants, she gets with blood, sweat, and tears. I wish I had that sort of dedication.

Sorry for the rant, but she was on my mind all day.

Oh, Lupita. You were the best.

The sad tale of the shiny underwear.

When we were kids, my mother would make us hang out with her god daughter. She was ok, for the most part. We were kids and I remember she locked the door and played Jerry Macguire and kept rewinding it back to the sex scene.

I wonder, are most kids pervs? I'm sure I wasn't the only one that did this. Anyway, so this girl was a year older than me, and one day after playing we went back to her room. In her room she had all her clothes thrown about, so I saw these panties that at the time, I thought were awesome. They were silk and not the regular kid panties. These panties were her older sister's, but I didn't learn this until later.

The point is, I was so impressed that she wore such mature underwear, I wanted to join the club. So right after leaving, I told my mom: "Mom! She has the coolest underwear, they're shiny like silk! I want some too! I think I'm old enough".

My mom lol'ed and said she'd buy me my very own shiny underwear. So one day she comes home and says she has them, so I'm really excited and then she busts them out: SHINY GRANNY PANTIES. I was horrified, but my mom said "These are the kind of underwear women wear, and this is what you asked me for. Besides, I already threw out all your little girl underwear."

I bit the bullet and wore them... for at least three years. My brothers would make so much fun of me, but I believed my mom. Those underwear were for women and not girls. I swear, if I pulled those panties up high enough, I could tuck them under my armpits.

I don't remember how or when I stopped wearing them, but everytime I do the laundry and see a pair in my mom's drawer, I cry a little inside.

Fat kid horror stories.

I know I haven't done a good job at recounting them all... I haven't updated in over a month.
Mostly because I haven't had a chance with work and school and all that fun stuff. Also because I asked a dear friend for his honest opinion... and it wasn't good. I know that you can't always appeal to all readers, but I guess it just kind of uninspired me.

I've had several friends asking me for updates and such. I mean, I still want to keep this going, because honestly, being a fat kid has made me into who I am now. I have countless stories of my fatty days and although at the time they were torture, now I can get a good laugh from them.

When I was 12, my mom took me to a Mexican weight loss program called "Quita Kilos" (which translates into "get rid of... pounds" or something like that). She called it our last resort, BUT then again, she always said that everytime she took me to a diet clinic.

So we're with our consultant lady who is going over what my diet plan, and when we got to the lunch part, my mom had objections. "What do you mean she can only have half a sandwich and a small apple? She'll never have enough with that, she needs more food". The lady was already annoyed with my mother because she's obnoxious and kind of rude sometimes, so she replied "Well... maybe that's why she is in this state".

With that, my mother picked up her purse and grabbed me by my fat arm and stormed out.

I was extremely embarrassed. I just had a stranger call me fat to my face and blamed my mother for it... the same woman who would lock the fridge with a master lock and a chain.

My mom and I laughed about it recently, but it took me back to how crappy I felt that time.

Fat kids have it bad.

Anyway, if you're reading this and have your own fat kid horror story, please don't hesitate to share. I know there are millions of people out there who would have something to share about their past, so I want to give you all a chance to share.

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