Thighs.

I've been fat forever. Only once have I ever lost a significant amount of weight.

I wanted to know what it was like to be desired, to be looked at for more than the half second it takes to see a fat person. So I ate a bowl of shredded wheat each day. I ran about 3 miles a day in the Chicago winter. I lost about 55 pounds in a month and a half or so, maybe two.

It provoked an attack of kidney stones that sent me to the hospital. I put the weight back on within eight months.

I really don't have any memory of people looking at me differently, but I remember being able to run my hands up my thighs and think: These are not offensive.