NORMAN — Welcome to the Halloween edition of N-town!
We’ve pumped up our content this month to bring you page after page of fabulously creepy, spooky and fun content.
Flip through to read about various events throughout town, including a Zombie 5K, a haunted house listing and more. Don’t miss our costume fashion spread, brought to you by the creative efforts of N-town staff, Queen of Hart’s Costumes and Dancewear, Andrew Freeman Creative Studio and BRC Photography.
All in all, we hope our coverage is the perfect kick off to a happy, haunted Halloween.
Next month, we will continue the trend with a Holiday edition, celebrating Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, Christmas and more.
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It’s time to get real: Growing up I was a pie-faced little girl. It wasn’t something that bode well for a girl whose last name was “Moore.” Just imagine the clever comments some not-so-kind classmates came up with.
Yes, indeed, there was “Moore” of me. But I certainly didn’t need anyone to remind me. When I blew candles out on my birthday cakes, I’d wish that I could be skinny. I was sure the reason boys didn’t like me was because of my round shape.
In seventh grade I’d wear sweatshirts even when I was sweating from insufferable heat. I didn’t want to strip down to a T-shirt, only to reveal my bulging love handles.
One day that same year, while I waited for my brother to come pick me up from school, a girl — we’ll call her Casey — taunted me by singing to me the tune to “1-800-99JENNY.” That’s right. She sang me the advertisement and number for Jenny Craig, a weight loss program.
Of course I was hurt. But I quipped back, asking Casey how she even knew the song in the first place. I pretended it didn’t bother me, but her treatment cut me deeply. Years later it’s likely one of the incidents that continues to inform my inner, fat-girl vulnerabilities.