Your Greatest Masterpiece
YOLO. It's a contemporary cliche, but it's true. Today my uncle passed away. He was only 54, but hadn't been truly living in years. He was fixated by demons of passed emotional hurts and locked in a battle between the reality of morbid obesity and the ideal of universal body acceptance. Eventually this struggle came to be his personal identity, until it imprisoned and conquered him. There was so much more to him than his size. He was outspoken, a true big personality, who wasn't afraid of being contrarian or ruffling feathers. He loved cooking, technology, vehicles and movies. When he was young he loved to draw. He had an intense need to be close to family. He took in relatives for years at a time, and made nearly daily phone calls to his…