This past weekend, I experienced something, well, it's hard for me to put into words, but it was something almost magical, very informing, and left me thinking of a childhood lost. I'm talking about Fat Camp which premiered on MTV. If you didn't catch Fat Camp, I'm sorry, because I checked my Tivo and I don't see an upcoming showing of it, but I could be wrong...I hope I am for your sake.
Fat Camp centered around 5 young adults, ranging in age from 14 to 18ish during their summer at fat camp. We watched them come, we saw them weigh in, and we saw them through two months of work-outs, relationships, and eating small portions of food. It was, for lack of anything better, amazing.
And throughout watching this program, which deserves many awards(Dianne, I'm looking in your direction), I felt sad for myself. Sad about the fact that now, in my mid-twenties, I'm too old to go to fat camp. I know I can go to a fat farm, but not camp. I feel that I lost out on a major experience in my life. One where as an awkward, fat teenager, I could have gone and been around other awkwardly fat teenagers, instead of the skinny friends (one being 5'11" and 125lbs and one being the track star of our school) I acquired in high school. I really feel, looking back, about how amazing an opportunity something like that is, and I was totally jealous of these kids.
For some reason, unknown to me, I seem to surround myself with skinny folk. Actually, really skinny folk. I can't help it and I don't know if I do it on purpose. I cannot imagine how AWESOME it would be to go to a place where everybody knows your name, they're always glad you came, and where troubles are all the same. The boys didn't seem to mind that the girls were fat and it would have been a perfect place for me as a teen because hey, I like fat guys anyway.
I could seriously go on and on about it, but, I'll spare you. I will say this though:
If you happen to be a fat camp director, Hi! I'm Emily and I'd love to be a counselor!