Not knowing what yard-stick you're measuring young by. But, I will go on and raise my hand, I'm 25. I'm relatively juvenile, mentally at least.

Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my ***ing life apart. You're an orphan right?
[Will nods]
Sean: You think *I* know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some ***in' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

--Good Will Hunting

Warms this fat boy's heart to read such a post.

I'm not sure how old I was but it must have been between the ages of 5 and 7. I remember watching the episode of Betty Boop when she was doing her fitness spiel with Little Jimmy. She got caught in the machine and wound up way too thin and Little Jimmy started laughing at her, and she started laughing and both of them got really fat.

What I remember most is how jealous of Little Jimmy I was by the end, I wished I'd had a big fat body like him.

I've never had the, "What have I done to myself." Moment, at least not with regards to looks really. I always find my fat aesthetically pleasing.

I have had moments where I wished I was thin though, mostly because I feel like life is generally easier on thinner people.

I once ate 3 Monster Thickburgers from Hardee's in a sitting. Those are immense.