tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280836459879169025.post5559524667825304000..comments2023-10-31T06:27:50.556-07:00Comments on PB & Bananas: My wish for you. . . . Me Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02217022145109147260noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280836459879169025.post-20867923529909841062012-09-14T07:20:25.101-07:002012-09-14T07:20:25.101-07:00I am not sure exactly what to say except that this...I am not sure exactly what to say except that this hit me hard. All of this is just my random thoughts.<br /><br />I wish the same thing every single day. I hate that the first thing out of every single person's mouth is "wow, she is a little chunk" or "check out those thighs, man where did those come from"? Part of me is so afraid that although we do not think that she can understand that now, that someday this might effect her and her attitude toward her self worth or body image. We were at a birthday party a week or so ago and an older woman came up to talk with us. She mentioned Joey's thighs and then pointed out how her granddaughter who was now 5 was a chunky baby and how she had thinned out (basically don't worry) and now wore size 3T clothes, they were having problems finding pants long enough. She said that she was so proud that her granddaughter started watching what she ate so that she wouldn't get fat. Seriously, the girl is five. <br /><br />I probably didn't develop that complex until I hit puberty and was told by my soccer coach that I needed to lose weight because I was getting "slow" (or something like that). I still remember the night that he was over at our house for a coach-to-player + parent meeting before the season started. My mom offered him ice tea; we never had tea in the house; I have no idea why we had ice tea that day. <br /><br />I also remember how much I wanted to be outgoing, I wanted to feel confident enough to go up and talk to people. I wanted people to want to talk with me. I was uncomfortable with "me." I am not entirely there, but I am a whole lot further than I was.<br /><br />Today, I wish I didn't care so much about the wrinkles quickly appearing around my eyes. I wish I didn't care so much that my boobs that I got while pregnant were the first thing to go. I wish that I kept some of my "black" ass even before it came into style. . . . <br /><br />kderollhttp://www.kderoll.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com