When you are in the moment, it is hard to imagine anything more heart wrenching than holding your child when she cries about being bullied. What is more heart wrenching? Knowing it is your fault. I've gone through life with my fair share of bullies. Sometimes it was because I was flat out weird. But most of the time it was my size. Even when I wasn't even heavy, I considered myself fat and some of my peers agreed. They agreed so vehemently that they decided to remind me of my size, especially during gym class. Later in life, in my 30's, I was actually mooed at. Seriously. And it sucked being made fun of because of my looks. However. One of the glorious parts of being 41 is that you just don't give a shart about what people think of you anymore. Yes, I'm fat. I have blue eyes, brown (going silver!) hair, and I am medically defined as being morbidly obese. I try to remedy that diagnosis because of the health ramifications and not out of vanit