Insanity is two fat people, born of fat people, who have a baby, and expect that baby to grow up not fat.
Three generations of women told me about all the shit I’ll be able to do once I’ve “lost the weight”. I can start life anew, meet the man of my dreams, travel the world, and wear all the beautiful clothes, if I just lost the weight.
It took me almost 40 years to understand that “the weight” they’re really referring to is the internalized self hatred for their own bodies that they’ve externalized onto you.
Don’t become a victim. Set boundaries now.
It’s okay to tell your mother, your grandmother, your aunt, your great aunt, and all the men too, that unless their opinion is asked for, to keep your body’s business out of their mouths.
Even if “they mean well”. Even if “it comes from a place of love.” Even if “they just want you to be healthy.”
YOU have a say. YOU determine what’s right for you. YOU have autonomy.
None of the women in my family ever “lost the weight” until they were terminally ill. And they all died miserable.
I’m breaking the cycle.