I just talked to my mom about my journey into fat acceptance & body positivity for the first time.
I kept it simple because she’s in no way ready for any of it but basically told her I’m done apologizing to the world for being fat, I’m done torturing myself, I’m done hating myself. This is the only body I get & I’m going to love it & if anyone has a problem with that they can get the fuck out. I’m fat & beautiful & if you don’t like it, don’t look.
We also talked a little about how my health is no one’s business but my own & my doctor’s & how I won’t be tolerating that bullshit anymore. It’s not that I won’t take the best care of myself that I can, because that’s something that’s always been important to me. I’m just not going to feel obligated to PROVE that fact to anyone anymore!! I don’t owe that to anyone!
She made some faces at that point as she is ALWAYS coming at me from the health standpoint but she refrained from making any comments.
Overall I’m glad I did it for my own sake but I can see the judgement in her face. I know she doesn’t understand & I know she thinks I’ve “given up”.
For my own health & happiness I just CANNOT care what she thinks anymore.
So as a preventative measure I’ve told my sister about our talk & that I don’t want to hear about anything fucked my mom says about it later. Because I’m positive that will happen & if anyone can completely devastate me with words alone, it’s my mother.
I feel exhilarated & like I might cry all at the same time.