My daughter stepped on the scale in my bathroom today while I was cleaning. It was a golden moment from the heavens that I almost missed by being distracted by my own thoughts and busyness.
She stepped on it and said,”Ok mama, let’s see how great I am!”
My face still might be slightly numb.
Men may not get this post, but I know women will.
For many of us ladies, the scale represents so many vile things. It boasts the measurement of our worth (or so we’ve learned from somewhere) and it doesn’t lie, right? It can’t be tricked or cheated like the number that we’ve put on our drivers licenses. The scale will expose all of your secret rendezvous with the drive thru, the left overs and the chocolate chip cookies that you thought were safe from the public eye, late in the night.
For me, the scale has been an electric source of regular shame and resentment of myself. A constant pang of disappointment and a truly humiliating reality check of my life as a fat woman.
Not that I would need any help with that. There are plenty of places to look if you want to be “fat shamed”. The internet is riddled with people upset by the mere sight of fat people. How dare we wander into the light of day? How dare we try to dress in whatever might fit and try to run errands or go grocery shopping for our families? Obviously, obscene obese people in public have put themselves out there to be a public mockery, right? They deserve to have strangers secretly take their pictures and post them up on public forums to ridicule and judge them without mercy, right?
Even the “positive” and “motivating” messages and memes can sting a little. “Thinspiration” has become an actual thing. Pinterest boards are wrought with sayings like,” sweat is your fat crying” or “pain is fat crying”. “These burpees and push-ups will make your fat cry”.
Why is it that I’m supposed to wanna make my fat cry?
Sounds like more hate.
I’m tired of all the hate!
And, I’m damn sure sick of crying!
Leave people alone!
Actually, I’d love for my fat to just politely excuse itself, apologize for lingering so long, and be on its way.
Put that on your Pinterest.
I know it takes hard work and discipline to be healthy. I’m trying everyday to get there. It’s a long road, but health is my goal. I’m NOT one of these “fat acceptance” gals. I do not accept being unhealthy and miserable. I do not accept self loathing. I do not believe that anyone who is over weight (especially REALLY overweight like me) can be 100% happy with themselves.
I don’t buy that baloney for one second.
It hurts. It’s actually, physically uncomfortable and causes pain. It’s hard to move and do the things you want. It’s embarrassing. I don’t believe that fat is fabulous.
But, I’m beginning to believe you can be fabulous while being fat…and loving yourself regardless of what your struggling through, and that is what I am trying to learn.
That is why, what my daughter said today was so golden.
It’s not because the number on the scale should measure how “great” we are…the subtle lesson was in her innocent approach to the whole thing. She’s not yet learned what “the scale” even means or represents. She’s not yet poisoned by the beauty=worth lie.
She just knows that she’s great.
She is great!
And I pray with all of my heart and soul that that is how it stays for her. That she would see herself as great no matter what comes her way or what challenges she will have to struggle through.
And may it start with me…because I know she is watching.
Awww. What a great quote from your daughter! Wishing you and your family a wonderful xmas. The world can be a cruel place, but your family is a haven, and it sure sounds like you have a good one. May you always feel their love and your own. There is so much stuff to “ignore” out in the world. Ignorance, hate. One has to have a filter! A God Filter. I think you’ve got a good one going.
Thanks Linda! Merry Christmas to you!! Xoxox thanks for the support!
Thanks for this. I have a four-month-old daughter and am praying that I don’t pass along my issues with food and body image to her. I want her to know, as your daughter does, that she is great! The world is overflowing with negative messages about beauty, and my daughter doesn’t need to absorb them from her mama, as well. My heart breaks at the thought of her ever feeling less than beautiful. I want to do all I can to be a healthy, positive example for her.
Thank you! I know EXACTLY how that feels!! What a great mama you are for already being so thoughtful about these things!! Xoxo
Reblogged this on Realology and commented:
Came across this post and thought it was worthy of a re-post. 72 pounds lighter, but THIS is still the prayer and cry of my heart. May we learn to be kind to each other and ESPECIALLY ourselves.