I hold my own out in front of me. My wrists are thin, a reminder of more slender times, but my forearms – they're meaty. They remind me not of thinner times but, rather, of how much the human arm can ...

I look out onto the street and see two skinny kids cheerily teasing some poor fat kid waddling in front of them. I briefly consider running across the street and telling the poor kid that the kids who ...