Mother of an overweight daughter here. Gather 'round and tell me about my failings as a parent.
My daughter is fat and I can tell you many good things about her that other 'thin' people don't share. That's because she's a not a 'fat person.' She is a person who happens to be fat. We have lived a healthy lifestyle. Her sisters and I are not fat. I always tried to encourage her to wear clothes that I thought 'looked good on her' but in the end it was always her decision. And we have very, very different tastes in clothing.
My daughter is happy and talented and intelligent. Those who matter see her for how she is. I taught my daughter that anyone who would judge her and then sum her up for how she looks is an asshole. Words and action are all that matter.
What's more, what life as a person who is fat has taught my daughter is to be more tolerant and accepting of people who are different. And she is fiercely loyal to this principal. And frankly, I wouldn't want her any other way. Maybe she will lose the weight one day, she is still young, and maybe she won't, but it's nobody else's fucking business and if you run up against the wrong side of my daughter one day - she'll tear you a new one. I wish more fat people had the self-confidence to stand up for themselves. Some people just need to be put in their place. Hell in a handbasket, indeed.
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Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats. - Diane Arbus
PESSIMISM, n. A philosophy forced upon the convictions of the observer by the disheartening prevalence of the optimist with his scarecrow hope and his unsightly smile. - Ambrose Bierce
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