I was fat. As a kid, I... I was fat. I don't mean to suggest that it's comparable, but everyone has their own scars to bear. We all have our insecurities and they're painful and persistent and they're ours. I don't want to compare painful anecdotes with you, I'm just saying that in some small way I do understand.
A small way?!
Naomi: Oh, you know what, it is really hard to avoid using words like 'big' and 'small' and 'short' and 'tall'. We try to say things nicely, but you know the fact of the matter is I wasn't just fat. Fat is the nice word for what I was. I was huge. I was massive. Six summers of fat camp, my whole adolescence being made fun of. I have heard every single joke, lardo and fat-ass, and Dumbo and elephant.
In our group of friends, a tall child will be Lurch or giant or Godzilla.
But if he's healthy, he'll survive it. I did. You did. But I cannot implant a sick embryo, no matter what Dr. Fife promises you about future breakthroughs, I cannot do it. But what I can do is help you to have a healthy baby, and whether's he tall or medium or small, when you hold him in your arms, he will be yours. And you'll love him. Is that all that really matters? That's what I can give you.
