After all night of hard labor on a morning of August 7th, 1964 my mother delivered a baby in a small town's hospital. The first thing the midwife noticed about the baby was that the baby was extraordinarily fat. She put the newborn on a scale and her empirical assessment was confirmed with cold numbers. The baby weighted 4 kilograms and 500 grams. The baby's skin inflated with fat like with air, organized itself in beautiful folds and creases, accenting the daintiness of the baby's fingers and toes. Inspired by the beautiful sight of such wealth, the midwife took the baby around the hospital showing it to other women in various stages of labor as a standard of how a baby should look, as if through this example they could will themselves to a similar achievement.
The moment I learned I to balance my fat body on my dainty feet I started to walk, the moment I got good at walking I started to run. Soon I lost my fat and my feet grew larger and more crude. From time to time my mother would look over my skinny body with ribs showing and would dreamily say:
- You were such a beautiful fat baby.
And would continue to recount the story of my birth that she was trying to turn into a legend, while I felt she was trying to embarrass me.
Now I start to think that being born fat may have made an impact on the rest of my life. A fat baby is feeling sure that it can survive and may not be as greedy as a skinny one. What if that early contentment of having a source of energy stored all around my tiny bones affected my decision later in life not to hoard wealth and possessions, but focus on more etherial, fleeting things like Love and Success?
And how much of my personality is affected by being born in August, under a Zodiac sign of Leo? Ambitious, self centered, passionate, driven and strong. Here's to all babies born in August - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!