My daughter ran in crying yesterday. Her best friend and neighbor, Matt, called her fat. She is NOT fat - and I know fat. I tried to play it off; "you're not fat, Matt's upset and looking for something to hurt you, which is ridiculous since you're not even close to being overweight." I had a pit in my stomach. Words hurt and I can think of nothing worse to be called than fat; especially for a little girl, teen, woman.
Is this just the beginning? I pray my kids are not overweight because I was, and it sucked to be me. I remember being aware of my growing weight at 6 and teased and harrassed through junior high. I begged to go to weight watchers... and then I figured out how to "rid my body of excess" and I did. I pray my kids are healthy women - who never have to deal with fat. When I think of the time I have devoted to this issue it makes me sad. What a waste.
My weigh in this morning: 191.5
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