Friday, June 01, 2007
As Sarah's bedtime routine was winding down, she grabbed her tiny girlthigh with her tiny girlhand and said,"Mom, this is fat." My mind screamed NNNNNOOOOO and I flashed back to me in 2nd grade when Steve called me fatty and my obsession began. I want better for my girl! I explained it wasn't fat, it was the skin and flesh of her thigh and God made her wonderfully. She told me a neighbor girl told her it was fat. I will call her Sheila. Sheila has some pretty whacked ideas, but that is what she is being taught, or caught I guess. The only fat that Sheila has is in her head.