Big had grown to be a word I hated.  It used to be that big meant that I was different, that it made me special in that way I was looking for.  Then it changed.  Then I realized what it was.  The word “big” is a defense for people when someone who is overweight inquires about how they look.  You aren’t going to sit there, look what could very well be your closest friend in the eye, and tell him, “honestly Herald, you sort of resemble a cross between a baby elephant and the Grinch if he decided to just REALLY let himself go.”  Of course you don’t say that.  You think, “what is a word that isn’t necessarily untrue, but isn’t exactly what I really think.”  You figure honesty is not always the best policy and choose to spare their feelings. Continue reading “Sex and Soda Pop” →