It comes right back because it’s fake weight loss. Who’s making fun of me? I don’t care, go fuck yourself. I say, don’t give a shit if you’re embarrassed about certain things. I wasn’t embarrassed then and I’m not embarrassed now because that’s growing pains. That’s the art of it-when my mom had to do that, I just thought it was funny. But I wasn’t ever embarrassed: I just decided to not care what people thought to see how it was funny. My mom actually pulled out a measuring tape from her purse the other day-she said she had been carrying it around since I was a little kid so she could measure my thighs when she was buying me pants. My legs were creamed and powdered under the biker shorts, like I was a piece of chicken. My thighs used to get so violently rashed in my youth that I had a special pair of biker shorts that I had to wear just to separate them. We once knew a girl in junior high school who had that body, and we heard she became a hooker, a woman of the night, and then later, she became a person of the church.Īnd I was. They look thin when they’re sitting down, and when they get up, it’s like a fucking huge spare tire on there.
There are some people who only have huge asses, like weirdly huge asses, and then a little waist and legs. There are people with huge stomachs, like I know people who just can’t see anything when they look down. Some people might have very thin legs and an ass that’s a fatty, or a rounder. Really, all of us are shaped weird, when you think about it.
Body structure, man, everyone has that different shit. We’re all built in certain ways, and that’s why we look like certain shapes. To be honest, I don’t even look at a scale anymore. Back in 2000, I was 230 pounds-I was in shape. But I’ve always been a husk, I’ve always had this shape. So look, obviously I’ve been up and down in weight my entire life. It forced me to look at the things I didn’t like right in the face. Because it turned the mirror on me, on my soul, and it forced me to change. But when you turn it around, it’s like, you know what? I hate it for a reason. “There was no reason for me to be doing anything like this. “This was written while I was around 400 pounds,” he said. As Bronson told Rolling Stone, he “hated” writing this book, but it had to be written.
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