Sometimes, I feel like I am the only woman that doesn’t have body image issues. Don’t get me wrong, like every woman ever I would like to lose ten pounds, but not if it takes me any effort.
I am not skinny by any means, I am athletic. I’d love if my tits were bigger, and if my labia weren’t so long. But, I am not ashamed of my body. It is just a body, and everyone has one. Everyone has parts of their body that they wish they could improve on, and parts of their body that they like. I don’t understand why so many people have such negative views about their body.
While I was growing up my family used to (well, they still do) call me fat all the time. Which is ironic, because I am the only person in my family who isn’t overweight.
I always knew that it wasn’t true. It was always in jest, even as a child I knew that.
Their comments never caused me any harm, it was a way of expressing love.
Now, as a parent, I call my kid fat all the time! She knows she isn’t – even tells me so, when I call her fat she says, “No, I’m a skinny minnie!”
We talk about health and that some people are bigger than others, and that’s okay. She has friends that are overweight and she never comments because she knows that being mean to each other like that is only okay within the family.
I see things all the time about making sure we are so unbelievably careful about the words we say to our children, and I just don’t understand why! Any communication course will say that 80% of communication is nonverbal, so why are the words we choose to say to children so much more important? Isn’t it the same?
The intent is what matters, my little fatty-patty knows that she is loved and we will always take care of her. As a teenager, she may have some body image issues, and we will work through that, but it won’t be because I called her fat as a kid.