My Grandma, the Body Police
“So, that hill isn’t limiting your weight like it used to. You were so skinny last year.”
“Do you eat a lot of pizza in college?”
“Come over to the gym and work out sometime.”
She doesn’t believe in anorexia. I kid you not. That’s just “having self-control” in her mind. She plies my mother, sister, and I with desserts; we’re supposed to decline, but she gets offended if we do. Last night, she made me roll up my jeans so she could inspect my legs.
Keep in mind that I’m very short and of average weight for my height, which is why I only get subtle remarks. This is on the GOOD side of body-related grandmother comments.
And that’s not getting into what my mom and sister have to deal with, which is even worse (since they’re older). According to my grandmother, being thin- REALLY thin -is synonymous with being beautiful. One of the many reasons I don’t like being around her for extended periods of time. -_-
