“You’re fat.” That’s what a classmate told freshman, Cassidy Torres, in P.E. class. A boy said it. And it’s too bad he didn’t get his hindparts worn out.
It all happened in a gymnasium. Students were standing in a single-file line. They were doing body-mass-index calculations with calipers and measuring tapes.
Cassidy’s numbers were higher than the recommended baseline. You can only imagine the laughs and animal sounds that followed.
The aforementioned boy made a comment. Cassidy was in tears.
Amd you’re probably thinking what I’m thinking. Which is: “Great, just what every insecure freshman needs. Calipers.”
Well, not that it matters what I think—because it doesn’t—but I don’t think measuring the bellies of high-schoolers qualifies as gym class.
What ever happened to good old-fashioned P.E.? I’m talking sadistic American games like dodgeball, unsupervised rope-climbing, and of course, lawn darts.
But measuring body fat in public? I wouldn’t wish that experience on even the worst IRS agent—let alone a shy freshman.
Anyway, to dig up more answers on this matter, I interviewed noted expert, and acclaimed commentator on
adolescent issues—my friend’s daughter, Kayleigh.
Kayleigh is your typical sophomore. She’s in chorus, math club, and on a volleyball team. She likes Dr. Pepper, Cheese Nips, rap, Labradors, and she thinks she’s fat.
I asked Kayleigh why she thought this. She had a lot to say on the matter. Her answer:
My guest today has been Kayleigh Williamson.
The thing is, Kayleigh is as lean as they come. And she can bench press her bodyweight. Her mother has a theory.
Her mother points to the magazines on Kayleigh’s nightstand and says, “Those dumb magazines are messing with her mind.”
Kayleigh shows me one such beauty magazine. The cover model features a young woman who weighs less than a rice cake in a water shortage, with abs sharp enough to grate parmesan.…