Five things you don’t know about me.

I was recently challenged to reveal five things that you don’t know about me. I thought learning that I put ketchup on my macaroni and cheese didn’t really qualify, so I decided to dig a bit deeper. Some of these things I haven’t even talked about with untitledhusband. This wasn’t easy, but I feel better now that I’ve put it out there.

1. I was a cheerleader in high school. I didn’t really enjoy it, but I liked the idea that I was able to achieve the ideal of being a cheerleader. I still have the uniform in my closet.

2. When I was in junior high, I was fat and unpopular. When I was in high school, I was regular-sized and popular. Life is so much easier when you’re not fat.

3. When I fly, I tuck the seat belt in by my side so the stewardess won’t see that it doesn’t fit around me. I know they have seat belt extenders, but I’m too humiliated to ask for one.

4. The first record (OK, cassette) I ever bought was “Get Lucky” by Loverboy. The last record (OK, CD) I bought was “1000 Kisses” by Patti Griffin.

5. I have a successful career, a nice house, a gorgeous husband and a beautiful child, yet I cannot find the courage to attend my high school reunion — all because of my weight.

13 thoughts on “Five things you don’t know about me.”

  1. A cheerleader! Untitled! That is a dark secret. I was the class brain and voted most likely to succeed and most literary. I went to all my high school reunions (the 5, 10, 15, and 20) because it’s been easy to stay smart and bookish. (Whether I’m “successful” or not is debatable. I’m happy, which is good enough for me. ) It is almost impossible to stay perky, beautiful, and the same size you were in high school. I’m glad I didn’t have to face that pressure. However, since I heard one of my classmates had plastic surgery (a boob job!) I vowed never to attend another reunion. No cheating, people! We all have to get older, uglier, and heavier together. Those are the rules! Being fat sucks, but imagine how much worse it would be if you weren’t smart and funny?

  2. i did my 20th this year. i am the same size. it’s overrated.

    no one really cares. honestly. you spend about 15 seconds going oh-my-god-she-looks-so-xxx (insert adjective of choice, there’s one for everyone) & then you talk to people you used to care about & you hear what they’re doing & you talk to people you didn’t care about & you find out they are extremely cool and interesting now & you get teary eyed & you look at kid photos & you talk about potty training and rainbow soccer & you exchange email addresses . . . and then you go home and throw them away. and what you remember is still how they looked in high school. seriously. i spent 2 days: do i remember how they looked? no. all i have is the high school thing in my head. go!

  3. As a college senior, I can say that most people who are worth knowing or are smart don’t care about one’s weight. The only time I do is if it impedes upon someone’s health. Otherwise…whatever. Obviously there is something great about you either which way. Successful job, great husband and cherished son. Make a change if you see fit, I suppose, but don’t let losers dictate where you go.

    Ugh. I hate losers.

  4. I avoided them all untill my 30th. I just couldn’t see the upside. I stayed in touch with the people I felt were important and went to my 30th only to see what the rest of them were doing after all these years. In the end I found most of them pretty much as I had left them, nice to see every 30 years, but not that interested in their views of me or mine. I weigh 40% more than I did when I graduated, but to be honest, when I’m not sure it mattered much to anyone… including me.

  5. I’m thinner than I was in high school, but you know what? I already keep in contact with those people that really mattered to me from my high school years, so I don’t see any reason to go to a reunion. I skipped my fifth and soon I’ll likely be skipping my tenth.

  6. I went to a private girls school–plenty of skinny bitches to choose from. I went to my 20th (just the picnic part) because I wanted to show all the snots from high school that the “plain” boring girl did ok for herself. You know what?~~ALL of the snots that treated me like I was nothing, have grown up to be nothing themselves! Most of them are on their 2nd or 3rd marriages, have kids in jail etc. Guess we “normal” girls did ok for ourselves! Hold your head up and tell them to kiss your ass.

  7. DO NOT BE ASHAMED OF WHO YOU ARE! From everything I have read on here, I would be privaleged to know you and your family. I was not popular in school until my senior year. To this day I don’t know what changed, me or the perceptions of my classmates, but at my 5 year reunion I was greeted with actual happiness that I was there. People saw each other as who they really were and not what the pretended to be in high school. It was a wonderfully refreshing experience. I have looked forward to my 10 year ever since.

  8. I didn’t go either. I had a similar concern, but the reason we didn’t go was because everyone that we hung around with in high school are still our friends now. I should say that it would have been my 20th high school reunion. So instead of spending a ton of money to go to the reunion, we all got together and had a barbecue. I think it was much more fun!

  9. Do you have an archive? I just found your site and I like to read them from the “beginning”. Weird I know, but I can’t seem to find how to start on yours. thanks 🙂

  10. i can’t believe everyone is on the reunion kick when there are more important matters at hand….
    OMG!! ketchup on your macaroni and cheese??!!?? jesus, mary and joseph, what in the hell are you thinking?!?
    what’s next? ketchup on your eggs? milk in your pepsi?

  11. Of it all, I was the most shocked at the fact that you put ketchup on your mac & cheese. I thought I was the only/wierd one that did that. I also make a worchestershire lagoon with my ketchup in order to dunk my hamburger. For birthday dinners 8 through 16, that was what I requested. Mac & Cheese and ketchup with a side of hamburger with worchestershire lagoon.

  12. I feel your pain, girlfriend. I have gained two people since I graduated. But that isn’t why I haven’t been to a reunion. Last year was my 30th anniversary reunion, and I haven’t been to any of them. Like Deemack5 and others, I kept in touch with those I cared about, and don’t give a hoot about the rest of them.

    A few years ago, here in Atlanta (a long way from the small pond where we grew up) I ran into one of the “big frog” girls who wouldn’t give me time of day during high school. She latched onto me like a drowning man would a life preserver, claiming to be so thrilled to see “a good friend” from “back home” (translated: someone who might give HER time of day in the BIG pond). Being the polite southern girl I am, I courteously made a few moments of conversation and excused myself and only saw her one other time before she hopped back to the small pond of our youth.

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