O I know....I know...
Here's the story:
I am a skinny person who comes from a long line of skinny people. We're just built tall and lanky. DS is built just like me.
husband is a husky person who comes from a long line of husky people. His family is built big boned and muscular.
In our house, we do not make comments about weight - one way or the other...
Until now.
Every other word out of difficult child's mouth seems to be about how this person is fat or that person is fat....regardless of the reality. (Evidently even Beyonce is humongous!)
difficult child has started razzing her brother for being tall and skinny.
And the final straw: difficult child has decided that I am fat. She called a friend the other day and began talking on the phone about how she'd never be able to borrow my clothes because she'd have to put on "tons of weight" to fit into them. Apparantly, I am just HUGE!
Now, I have said nothing....
But what I really want to do is point out to difficult child that she has inherited the husky, muscular body type of husband's family - and it is only a matter of time before she is even larger than all of those "fat people" she likes to make fun of...
I really, really want to say this -
But I don't want difficult child to freak out and start crazy diets or anything weird like that.
So I have just been sitting by listening to her go on and on about how fat I am...
Must.
Fight.
Urge.
to.
Strangle!
Here's the story:
I am a skinny person who comes from a long line of skinny people. We're just built tall and lanky. DS is built just like me.
husband is a husky person who comes from a long line of husky people. His family is built big boned and muscular.
In our house, we do not make comments about weight - one way or the other...
Until now.
Every other word out of difficult child's mouth seems to be about how this person is fat or that person is fat....regardless of the reality. (Evidently even Beyonce is humongous!)
difficult child has started razzing her brother for being tall and skinny.
And the final straw: difficult child has decided that I am fat. She called a friend the other day and began talking on the phone about how she'd never be able to borrow my clothes because she'd have to put on "tons of weight" to fit into them. Apparantly, I am just HUGE!
Now, I have said nothing....
But what I really want to do is point out to difficult child that she has inherited the husky, muscular body type of husband's family - and it is only a matter of time before she is even larger than all of those "fat people" she likes to make fun of...
I really, really want to say this -
But I don't want difficult child to freak out and start crazy diets or anything weird like that.
So I have just been sitting by listening to her go on and on about how fat I am...
Must.
Fight.
Urge.
to.
Strangle!