“Your belly is fat right there.” she said, poking her four-year-old finger gently at my middle.
I looked down and almost defensively blurted out, “No, actually, my belly is not fat right there.” I almost responded as if I’d been attacked. In tone, if not in words, I almost revealed to her that sometimes, I still feel fat right there.
Instead, I said “Oh?” I tried to pass off her comment with an air of nonchalance, as though she may as well have said, “I played in the sandbox at school today.”
Of course, she didn’t say that. She said that I was fat.
Join me at Scary Mommy today where I’m talking about the ways that our own body image and insecurities can leave us fumbling to find the right words for our children.