She continued to tell me not to lose weight and explained that she has been big her whole life and loves it. She enjoys the pleasure of food and is healthier than her thinner siblings.
My response was, "Good. If you're happy with yourself, that's good." But what I'd really like to say to her and every other person around me who thinks it's their business is...
WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO NEGATIVELY COMMENT ON MY BODY?
(or for that matter- anyone else's)
I know she didn't have bad intentions. But why is it that women's bodies and bodies parts are up for constant observation and conversation? We like to say that men are shallow visual creatures, but the truth is that as an adult there has not been one man who has made me feel bad about the way I look. But there have been a multitude of women who do so.
To those of you who have commented on my legs, my ass, my skin, my hair and now my clavicle... you can very kindly go fuck off (sorry Mom).
Instead of talking about my shell, I invite you to talk about my quick witted humour, my compassion, and my unmatched talent for foreign accents. And then I invite you to find something that lights you up. Something that makes you smile. Find a few of those things actually, and fill your life with those.
"Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people." -Eleanor Roosevelt,
And then pull a Taylor Swift and shake it off...
XO
Jamie