Born in Los Angeles in 1982, to two unloving parents from the music and movie industry, with deep pockets but no moral compass, this man was not destined for happiness. Most of his childhood was spent as a chubby kid with people calling him names such as “Brownie Boy”, “Rollie-Pollie”, “Fatass”, and his mothers personaly favorite “Fat Fuck.” Every so often his parents would explain that their remarks were done out of love, to motivate him to lose weight. Other family members would call him “big boned” or “husky” and when he was in the 5th grade his mother got him a personal trainer with a birthday card apologizing for calling him names. This child was so depressed, from a broken family to broken friends he truly engulfed the idea “I eat cause i am depressed to fill a void, I am depressed cause I am fat and ridiculed.” He was living a vicious circle of depression, all he wanted was love an attention, so he did what ever was needed for attention, for love, and for a smile. Yet what he failed to realize is he didn’t need to do anything, as he was good in nature and people were drawn to that.
Growning up he only knew love through the purchases his parents made for him. He grew up materialistic and would feel pride when purchasing high end items. The fact his father was an addict and his mother was a control freak, fat man never got the love and attention that one deserves to have. Given this formula for success or failure, this man kept pushing forward. His mother died in his early 20's, leaving him at the helm of what can only be describe as a 10 year colossal nightmare that only ended in misery. He had failed relationship after relationship and the first person he ever said “I love you” beat him down to almost nothing. So he stood up from that and got outside, started to move, started to lose weight and before long was no longer know as Fatass, but more so Medium. Yet this didnt last long, his father started to cause him drama, and before you knew it he was Fatass again. Now its been a few years since his father passed away, leaving him alone and confused. It was hard for the fat man to know what to do when all he knew was depression and ridicule. Fat man didnt know a life outside of humiliation and torment, anyone that showed him love he would push away before they could cause him harm. Fat man was like one of those dogs, he had been kenneled his entire life, and now the kennel door is opened and he stands there confused. Well its been some time, the door has been opened to long and fat man realized something.
This is the obituary for fat man, as he realized he had to die. He wrote this, so he knew he was on his last breath, that come tomorrow it was a new day, a day where fat man couldn’t exist. You see in your life there are hard choices you have to make, decisions that will haunt you for the rest of your life, if you want them to. Fat man was tired of those haunting decisions. So follow the journey of fat man. Then realize that no matter where you are in the world, no matter what pain, challenges, forces stand in your way, that you can over come anything. I am fat man, and today I died, and tomorrow the world will be better for it
