I was a chubby boy. My pants used to wear out in the middle, and it was because my legs used to rub together. I wasn't obese, just chunky.
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I was a little bit chubby when I was a kid.
Growing up, I was always chubby. My girlfriends were always running around in two-pieces, and I never felt comfortable to do that.
As a kid who grew up chubby, I just marveled at the fact that I could be thin.
When I was younger, I was chubby. It gave me a terrible sense of self-image, and I guess I carry that around with me still.
I was born fat and have always been, which was just fine and even healthy and cute until I turned ten or so. Puberty hit like a hurricane and brought a new set of rules. All of a sudden it was my fault I was chubby.
When I was growing up, I was teased for being too skinny. I went to summer camp when I was 11. I wore shorts, and the nurse said to me, in front of all my friends, that I was anorexic and that she had to monitor me to make sure I was eating. Because of that trauma, I never wore short pants or short skirts until I was 20.
I was quite short and chubby until I was 14, when I shot up.
As a kid, I was super skinny.
There were many times my pants were so thin I could sit on a dime and tell if it was heads or tails.
My thighs were huge; they were like rock! Growing up, I was really athletic, and I had a very athletic body.
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