Please welcome Sonn from Bi and Large:
I grew up fat in a family and a culture that were extremely image-conscious. My mom was always terrified of my size. To her I was like the physical embodiment of her worst nightmares, and when she talked to me about weight (between dragging me to various diet plans and exercise camps) she talked in a panicked, desperate kind of way. I grew up understanding that my body was the ultimate evil, something so shameful we didn’t discuss it in front of others and tried to hide it - when we weren’t trying to exterminate it.
Both of my daughters are slender but when my youngest, Iris, was born she was a chubby baby. I remember when my mom came to visit when Iris was just a few months old. At one point my mother said to me something like, “You can put that baby on a diet soon.”
Aghast, I replied, “No, I would never.”
She laughed in that knowing way moms do, and said, “Oh yes you will. The first time she comes home from school crying because someone called her fat, you will. The world is not kind to heavy people and you can’t change the world, so you have to change her.”
And I bit my tongue, hard, but what I was thinking was: “Oh really? Can’t I? Wanna bet?”
I’d change ten worlds before I changed a single hair on her perfect, perfect head.
And that’s when I got really passionate about body acceptance, and providing a good role model for my girls, and making sure they always knew how loved and accepted and supported they are – no matter what their size.