Daughter: Mom, I hate this shirt. It makes me look f-a-t. Fat!
Mom: Don't say that, it's not true. Try on the purple
(Time goes by, I contemplate red lace vs. pink cotton...)
Mom: No dear, the other one looked better. This one makes you look hefty.
Daughter: What's hefty mean?
Mom: Fat
Sometimes I feel like... people should have to have a license to parent.
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Thank you for stopping by my blog - to be honest, I think you're doing a pretty good job of saying things. Maybe I just like the sight of my own text more than you do yours! :)
I remember at 13 being taken shoppng for a birthday gift (in January) by my Godmother. I tried something on in a store and she told me that it didn't fit, but that if I was thin by Christmas she'd take me shopping again.
Ok so at 13, I WAS fat. I didn't need it reinforced.
It is amazing what some parents will say to their children. My mother hardly spoke to me, so I got off lightly in my teens!
Oh, that is my mother to a T. I cant tell you how many times Ive thrown my dinner plate into the sink. I absolutely refuse to go shopping with her. Its depressing as shit.
(btw- read down to your post about the dream. I almost choked on my gum I laughed so hard. I HATE HATE HATE that feeling. My ex used to tell everyone that i did that. "Oh she's just mad cause I cheated on her in her dream." Well..it turned out he was ACTUALLY cheating on me. So, the anger...pretty much justified. hA!)
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