Yet here I am feeding into the idea that everyone needs to be stuck between the lines of what society has built around us. In a box of what people should look like. Even if they're healthy and happy and eat more than anyone else in the household.
I do this while watching over my daughter who is only one years old.
One years old and you want her to see a dietitian.
The first time I refused. I know my daughter eats enough. She eats, and eats... And runs and runs. She's perfect, she's healthy, she's alive, we're both acing her life.
The second time you booked her in to see the dietician I was made to feel that I was a bad parent because again, I didnt see the point. But yet somehow the mother guilt took over and here I am writing a list of what exactly my daughter has eaten in the last 24 hours because you want proof that I feed my child...
because we live in a society that is too worried about people's shapes and sizes.
Here I am refusing again, because this goes against everything I am striving to teach my daughter.
That every body is beautiful.
That every body is normal.
That every body comes in all different shapes and sizes.
That I won't let my child be sculpted by society's perception of what we all should be.
My child is smaller than 'average', my child is beautiful, my child is perfect... and I will not give in to your screwed up view on that we should be all be in one sized fits all cage.
So fuck you society and fuck you doctors, don't you realize that this is how it begins??
This is where it starts, this is where it begins, this is where we develop the thoughts about how we should or shouldnt be like with our own bodies. This is how we begin to feel that our body is not good enough. This is how we talk ourselves into thinking that society wants our bodies to be so much more than what we were blessed with.
We go on and on about how we need societies views of perfection and beauty to change, especially for teenage girls, but we're still trying to sculpt everyone to fit into a screwed up BMI chart which has been proved to be a complete inaccurate measure of body fat. Go figure!
This is where it starts, when you decide to send my one year to the dietician. When you make me feel like a bad parent for not sending her. And when you want me to write a food diary and watch everything she eats.
She is the way that she was made, she is the way that she was supposed to be, she is the body size nature intended her to be...
So this is why I won't be sending her to your dietician, doc!
And screw your food diary.