Thursday, May 03, 2007

"You're getting fat."

The honesty of children. It's beautiful, really. I remember a babysitting job I had in high school. The seven-year-old boy, who was a monster, took great pleasure in informing me one night that I was fat. And you can't get angry, because supposedly kids haven't yet grasped that whole 'the truth hurts' thing. It cut like a knife that night, because I was younger and infinitely more sensitive, if that can be imagined.

So last night at dinner, Kid Sister #2, who adores me, who worships the ground I walk on, who grabbed my leg and told me not to go back to my job and whenever I mentioned "this is from Texas, where I live" she said, "You do not live in Texas! You live here!" ... she grinned and said to me, "You're getting fat."

And I know it wasn't malicious. She was just making a comment. To be honest, it didn't really bother me at all. I was like, "Yeah, I know," and we kept eating. I still had dessert - fuck that, you only live once.

I know I gained weight in the past six months, and I'm working on it. Today Kid Sister's words resurfaced in my mind as I made better food choices, did some exercise and downed water by the glassful. So perhaps honesty is a good thing, huh?

Eh, whatever.

4 comments:

fp said...

welcome back

cheekynomad said...

u live once. let's drink to that.

Andi said...

Amen to living once! I plan to try to lose some weight so I can live longer to have more dessert.

At least yours was your kid sister. I had a great grandmother (bitch) who used to tell me I was fat all the time. Then she'd stuff ice cream into my mouth. Crazy heifer.

sojourness said...

Last time I saw my grandmother, a few years ago, she told my slim sister in front of me, "You're sure catching up to your sister in height, but not in weight." I'm sure I must have blogged about it here before.

So yeah, I understand!!