Dang kids!!

So I got my feelings hurts on Friday!! We have biblestudy every friday, and I was watching the kids (taking nursery) while biblestudy was going on. Afterwards this little boy was telling me why he had cried earlier that evening. I told them that he didn't have to cry, and then he looks up at me and says 'You're fat!'.....  I wanted to punt that little boy across the state of Texas!!! He is only five, but dang it, that hurt my feelings!! Its been so long since I been called fat! But I'm over it now. I just wanted to share that with you guys! In a few months I will never be called fat again!!!! LOL!!

((Hugs))

My 3-year-old daughter's latest favorite bedtime story is the three bears. She keeps telling me I'm middle size because I'm the Mama Bear.  But I can tell she is still perplexed a little bit because I am larger than my husband. Even after losing 105 pounds, I still outweigh Papa Bear by 90 pounds.

Even worse, when I'm wearing short sleeves, she'll grab my batwings and giggle.

Kids!

Hang in there! It won't be long before no one will ever know we were fat.

Patti

Kids speak the truth. We hide from the truth sometimes. I know if I tilt my face just right in the mirror, it does not look as fat, etc....

I was at a pool once, really enjoying myself sunning. A little kid asks real concerned what was wrong with my leg? Um, just cellulite, kiddo. I wanted to cry, but he was really concerned that I was OK.

How wonderful that our journey will take us away from feeling like Sideshow Sally.

Fat?  Fat?  Fat?  BFD.  I've been fat all my life (at least 47 of the 57 years!).  I just don't let it bother me a lot.  It's a loaded word only if I "fear" or "hate" the word.  It's really like tall, short, small, big, skinny.  Words can hurt, but we have to let them.  Fat you are, but that's only one description, and a pretty shallow one, at that.  Here's a comeback.  "Yes, Jimmy (to five year old), but I'm nice and I'm smart.  You're little."  and leave it at that.

Many years ago my cousin's kid (when I was more sensitive) came up to me and said "You have a big butt and your fat".  It was just a kid statement, but it stung, as the truth often does.  I remember I said to myself, "yes, but my parents taught me manners."  LOL

We are going to be just fine.

I teach special needs students and one of my 17 yr old darlings who has high functioning autism. One day while I was lecturing at the front he raised his hand and asked "Why is your body deformed?" I was shocked and appalled! I didn't know what to say and was so upset and embarrassed!! So I feel ya, hang in there and now you got yourself a funny story!!

Your story made me smile. The Autistic are much like children in that regard.

A good friend worked for several years as a teacher's aide for kids with Aspergers. She was a bit overweight, and took off 80 lbs. 10 years later, she ran into a paststudent, who said very matter of factly "Gee, Mrs. B, that diet you were always on finally worked!"

LMAO!

I like punting children to......would have served him right lol :)

I probably would have wanted to punt him as well, until I remembered that little kids usually just say what they see..no filter.  Hopefully his parents will teach him as he grows...now let me add a funny little tid-bit of my own..

A few years back, I was at a party, sitting and minding my own business, when I little girl came up to me, ( the hosts daugther ) and stood in front of me, put her hands on my knees and said, with awe in her voice  "Wow, you've got big knees".  I knew right off she wasnt being mean, just stating fact...but at the moment, I was embarrssed.  Now I can look back and laugh, and I do.

LOL! Thanks for the responses!

 The best part about it was that he KNEW he was wrong. After he said it he 'gasped'!  Luckily there was nobody else around!

One of the BIG MOMENTS that helped me decide to have WLS after struggling for years with my weight was when my son, then about 9, came home very upset and crying. I found out that several of the boys in his grade were gathering around him and taunting him about his "big, fat Mom"--and it just really hurt his feelings.

Seeing his anguish made me take a very honest look at myself and what my addiction had done, both to my body and potentially my family. I called up those boys' parents and they were APPALLED that their children were so horribly mean and insensitive.

I also have a 16-year-old who is Autistic. He was very surprised to see his mother "melt" to less than half her previous size! Sometimes if the kids are getting a treat and I ask him if he wants seconds, he says,"No--thanks--don't eat to much get fat, get bigger." That's his way of explaining that he's figured out the connection. None of my kids are fat, and they know what a serving size is. I think I've broken the obesity cycle in my family! Yay!