“I don’t blame the girls. Not at all. I get it, I get it. But I’ve always wanted a wife. And kids. And as I get older it starts to get more real—I’ve never had a girlfriend. I’ve always been the funny fat friend. It’s the one thing I’m good at. Making people laugh. It’s the greatest feeling in the world. Somebody is having a great time, and it’s because of me. I’ve always lived for that feeling: in elementary school, in middle school. But as I got older—something got twisted. All my jokes became about myself. When it was time to eat the cake at a birthday party, I’d joke about the size of my slice. When it was time to jump in the pool, I’d joke about taking off my shirt. I’d say: ‘The moon is coming out. ’ And it always got a laugh. Which felt good, but it kind of sucks. Because I don’t think I’ve ever taken off my shirt without making a comment. It’s my way of protecting myself. Like: ‘No asshole, you can’t make fun of me. Because I beat you to it. ’ But I think it might have fucked me up. All those jokes, all those years. Because it made everyone look at me as the fat guy. It made me look at myself as the fat guy. My twitter handle is ‘Fatrick Ewing. ’ My bio says: ‘Fat white guy with glasses. ’ It sort of became my identity. I’m just a fat, funny idiot. That’s what I think about myself. And I feel like that’s what everyone else is thinking too. Every time I’m in a waiting room, and the seat’s a little too small. Or when I walk into CVS. My anxiety gets so bad I can barely talk to the person behind the register. My therapist tells me: ‘You’re a good guy, you’re nice, who cares? ’ And she’s right, I get it. But I also think if I wasn’t fat, I’d probably have a girlfriend. But I’m trying to love myself more. Every day I’m working on it. I make deliveries for my job, and let’s say I leave my scanner in the car. My mind is immediately gonna say: ‘You’re a fat asshole. ’ But I’m trying to stop myself. I’m trying to say: ‘No, you’re not. You just forgot. People forget. ’ I’m trying to get back to Luke again. The nice, funny dude. Who loves his friends. And his family. Not Luke the fat guy. Just Luke, before he decided to bully himself. ”
“I don’t blame the girls. Not at all. I
get
it, I
get
it.
But
I’ve always wanted a wife. And kids. And as I
get
older it
starts
to
get
more real—I’ve never had a girlfriend. I’ve always been the
funny
fat
friend. It’s the one thing I’m
good
at. Making
people
laugh. It’s the greatest feeling in the world. Somebody is having a great
time
, and it’s
because
of me. I’ve always
lived
for that feeling: in elementary school, in middle school.
But
as I
got
older—something
got
twisted. All my
jokes
became about myself. When it was
time
to eat the cake at a birthday party, I’d
joke
about the size of my slice. When it was
time
to jump in the pool, I’d
joke
about taking off my shirt. I’d say: ‘The moon is coming out. ’ And it always
got
a laugh. Which felt
good
,
but
it kind of sucks.
Because
I don’t
think
I’ve ever taken off my shirt without making a comment. It’s my way of protecting myself. Like: ‘No asshole, you can’t
make
fun of me.
Because
I beat you to it. ’
But
I
think
it might have
fucked
me up. All those
jokes
, all those years.
Because
it made everyone
look
at me as the
fat
guy
. It made me look at myself as the
fat
guy
. My twitter handle is ‘
Fatrick
Ewing. ’ My bio says: ‘
Fat
white
guy
with glasses. ’ It sort of became my identity. I’m
just
a
fat
,
funny
idiot. That’s what I
think
about myself. And I feel like that’s what everyone else is thinking too. Every
time
I’m in a waiting room, and the seat’s a
little
too
small
. Or when I walk into CVS. My anxiety
gets
so
bad
I can
barely
talk to the person behind the register. My therapist
tells
me: ‘You’re a
good
guy
, you’re nice, who cares? ’ And she’s right, I
get
it.
But
I
also
think
if I wasn’t
fat
, I’d
probably
have a girlfriend.
But
I’m
trying
to
love
myself more. Every day I’m working on it. I
make
deliveries for my job, and
let
’s say I
leave
my scanner in the car. My mind is immediately
gonna
say: ‘You’re a
fat
asshole. ’
But
I’m
trying
to
stop
myself. I’m
trying
to say: ‘No, you’re not. You
just
forgot.
People
forget. ’ I’m
trying
to
get
back to Luke again. The nice,
funny
dude. Who
loves
his friends. And his family. Not Luke the
fat
guy
.
Just
Luke,
before
he decided to bully himself. ”