Today one of them asked if I would still love them if they were ginormously fat. I was significantly irritated! “Would I love you if you lost a leg? Would I love you if your hair was pink? Would I love you if you got really skinny? Of course I would still love you! These things do not have any bearing on our love for each other!”
I think people can be prejudiced based on the size of others, and I think it’s despicable so I really hate to hear this line of thinking from my children. Where is it coming from? My husband says that I talk about the weight I still have to lose after having Bobby and maybe that’s the reason, but I don’t know.
Anyway, I huffed and puffed my answer with all kinds of admonition about character and so on. When I finally came up for a breath my six-year-old practically shouted, “But Mom, I don’t think you’re fat…any more!”