No Longer Possible-
It is no longer possible for me to write a post, highlighting my issues with childhood obesity and have a friend single themselves out and say "That bitch is talking about me." I can no longer single one friend out, because YOU, are so so many.
I have an ISSUE with childhood obesity.
It started when I moved to Australia, and the ultimately thin healthy lifestyle threw me into a tail spin. being obese was unusual, and growing older watching America friend balloon up, was an interesting experience. I myself had a huge issue with weight in America, and through experience only, am I now considering myself incredibly well know ledged in all things "health".
YOU have an issue with food, not your kids.
I was at dinner tonight and looked to my left. A heavily obese women with three kids. her 8 year old son, already obese, 6 year old son stick thin, and baby in a highchair normal weight. The baby, had juice in her bottle.
Let's just stick with reality here.
This mother, loves her baby so much, that she only wants her to drink what tastes good.... to her.....
Babies, wether you think so or not, LOVE the taste and thirst quenching refreshment of water. They don't NEED nor crave sweet drinks. I promise you that mother loves her kids to death, but she is contributing to their premature death in this exact way.
To my right was a 10 year old, obese kid with a man sized meal and a Fanta soda. Again, yes it tastes good, but for fuck sake is his 3 minutes of drink enjoyment worth his daily struggle with obesity?
Family ones' oldest was outside trying to play and run around. Just like all the other kids, but was completely out of breath. His extra weight from his "mothers love" was dragging him down physically in front of everyone. Does your child want fried chicken strips and coke? Or to play with his friends?
Family 2, after his feast and Fanta went to play on his tablet in the corner for the rest of the night.
IF YOUR CHILD IS OBESE IT IS YOUR FAULT.
I know, I know, fuck you Laura, what a bitch.
But the gentle kind hands of "please make better choices" isn't working!
Your babies don't fill their own bottles, and until they are cooking their own meals it's up to us.
But that doesn't mean you put your kids on a diet. Exactly the opposite! Again, YOU have an issue with food not them. There is no good or bad food. There is just food, and nutrition as our body needs and desires.
YOU get depressed and eat. So when your 4 year old skins their knee, you may give him a chocolate. Nope, fucking them up. Food is not a n anti depressant or a way to make pain go away.
YOU eat when you are happy. So when your child does something great, you bring them to Mc Donalds. No, that is fucking them up. Mc Donalds is a sometimes, running too many errands in a day, gotta feed them something food.
YOU have an issue with sweets, so giving them artificial sweeteners instead to make yourself feel better is fucking them up. Your kids when given sweets in moderation and with the ability to stop eating when ready, do not see sweet food as anything more than sweet food.
YOU love fried, cure, buttered, cheesed, processed food. Your children are born loving fresh, pure, natural tastes. You are fucking them up. Stop it. They love an apple. Just give them a fucking apple.
COOK YOUR MEALS! I understand it is now cheaper to get Mc Donalds than it is to feed a family of 4 at home. But cheaper now? Or in 10 years when your kids need a motorized scooter, custom clothes and a fucking sleep apnoea machine?
So I'm sorry. I'm sorry, that you are feeling like I am singling YOU out, but YOU are too many to single out. All YOU can do is stop killing your kid with your issues. If you are obese your child has an 80% chance of being obese. You want this for them? Oh hell to the no you don't.
Wanna fix it? Be KIND to yourself. Separate your needs from theirs. Love them with time not food. Love them with nutrition for their minds and bodies. Love them from the inside, and take care of yourself. Take time for yourself. Get a sitter and spend some time loving you again.
I don't want to do it anymore. Keep your issues YOUR issues and leave your precious, beautiful LOVED babies out of it. You are killing them.
Laura
Thursday 13 March 2014
Sunday 2 March 2014
The History
I don't think I realised until she died what she really bestowed in me.
My single mother, working 2 jobs, instilled values that seemed so normal and everyday. I believed everyone of my age was getting the same lessons at home.
My mother- was amazing.
I now like to speak about your reality being the life you had growing up. What you were raised is what is "normal" to you. If your parents were divorced, you may not highlight marriage as a priority. You may see it as dispensable. If your parent's are married for 50 years, marriage may mean something else.
Religion, racism, alcohol, politics. What you were brought up with is your normal.
I was raised different.
My mother kept her last name. We had a HORRIBLE hyphenated last name that was in total 26 letters long. I spelled the alphabet to write my name because she refused to take her husbands name. This feminism to me was normal. Sorry, but when I met a man with a great last name I cheered!
She was an atheist, who did the most amazing thing by refusing to tell us her beliefs, but challenged us to find out for ourselves. With this, I searched. High, and low, and in and out to find what I believed, not what she believed.
She worked 2 jobs, and put herself through school and grad school. She was a single mother of three that worked and gave more than anyone I know. She loved us.
The most amazing thing she did, which I didn't know until now; was she raised us open-minded. My mother had gay friends, when gay people were on Oprah. " I slept with a man!" It was a talk show subject!
We were raised in Frog Town, a predominantly black area, and I was a minority at my school. This was my normal. Being gay, or another color than myself....was normal.
The problem, if you want to call it that, is that as I grew up, I didn't get that things like racism, or hatred toward a group because of anything beside their own hate...eg the KKK. It's OK to hate a group that hates yea? Even existed? I wasn't rasied to hate ANYONE. I knew gay people, and adopted people, black people, and people of religions I can't even spell. It was a non issue since I could speak.
By 8 I was shocked that racism even existed!
I didn't believe people could dislike another group of people, because I was raised so well not to see things like that.
He's an ass because he's an ass. It has nothing to do with him being gay, black, Asian, Jewish or Indian. THAT dude is an ass.
With her gone now, I wonder where she got it. I wonder where that seed was planted in her, because I am sure she wasn't raised with it. How could she have been?
So I get the different kid. The kid some people hate, and the kid some people don't "get" and I know God did that to keep him alive. This all started before me, and with my mother.
I wish I could talk to her about it now as an adult. Say thank you!
When people tell me "Thank you for supporting your child" I just fall over. Well fucking "duh" I support him., but it isn't the case for most people.
I did it too though. I put Haven in the most diverse school I could, and plan to raise them all the way my mother did with that regard. I just still always wonder why sexuality, race, religion are still even a "THING." Why the fuck do we spend so much time on such stupid shit? We eat, poop, die exactly the same. We are one.
We have so much to do right now as a generation of living beings, that I can't believe things like this Arizona bigot law even comes up. REALLY? What year are we in?
I don't see the world as other people see it.
Thank you, to my mom. I wish I would have known earlier how teaching your children equality and love changes an entire nation.
I love you....unless you suck. No other conditions apply to that.
Laura
My single mother, working 2 jobs, instilled values that seemed so normal and everyday. I believed everyone of my age was getting the same lessons at home.
My mother- was amazing.
I now like to speak about your reality being the life you had growing up. What you were raised is what is "normal" to you. If your parents were divorced, you may not highlight marriage as a priority. You may see it as dispensable. If your parent's are married for 50 years, marriage may mean something else.
Religion, racism, alcohol, politics. What you were brought up with is your normal.
I was raised different.
My mother kept her last name. We had a HORRIBLE hyphenated last name that was in total 26 letters long. I spelled the alphabet to write my name because she refused to take her husbands name. This feminism to me was normal. Sorry, but when I met a man with a great last name I cheered!
She was an atheist, who did the most amazing thing by refusing to tell us her beliefs, but challenged us to find out for ourselves. With this, I searched. High, and low, and in and out to find what I believed, not what she believed.
She worked 2 jobs, and put herself through school and grad school. She was a single mother of three that worked and gave more than anyone I know. She loved us.
The most amazing thing she did, which I didn't know until now; was she raised us open-minded. My mother had gay friends, when gay people were on Oprah. " I slept with a man!" It was a talk show subject!
We were raised in Frog Town, a predominantly black area, and I was a minority at my school. This was my normal. Being gay, or another color than myself....was normal.
The problem, if you want to call it that, is that as I grew up, I didn't get that things like racism, or hatred toward a group because of anything beside their own hate...eg the KKK. It's OK to hate a group that hates yea? Even existed? I wasn't rasied to hate ANYONE. I knew gay people, and adopted people, black people, and people of religions I can't even spell. It was a non issue since I could speak.
By 8 I was shocked that racism even existed!
I didn't believe people could dislike another group of people, because I was raised so well not to see things like that.
He's an ass because he's an ass. It has nothing to do with him being gay, black, Asian, Jewish or Indian. THAT dude is an ass.
With her gone now, I wonder where she got it. I wonder where that seed was planted in her, because I am sure she wasn't raised with it. How could she have been?
So I get the different kid. The kid some people hate, and the kid some people don't "get" and I know God did that to keep him alive. This all started before me, and with my mother.
I wish I could talk to her about it now as an adult. Say thank you!
When people tell me "Thank you for supporting your child" I just fall over. Well fucking "duh" I support him., but it isn't the case for most people.
I did it too though. I put Haven in the most diverse school I could, and plan to raise them all the way my mother did with that regard. I just still always wonder why sexuality, race, religion are still even a "THING." Why the fuck do we spend so much time on such stupid shit? We eat, poop, die exactly the same. We are one.
We have so much to do right now as a generation of living beings, that I can't believe things like this Arizona bigot law even comes up. REALLY? What year are we in?
I don't see the world as other people see it.
Thank you, to my mom. I wish I would have known earlier how teaching your children equality and love changes an entire nation.
I love you....unless you suck. No other conditions apply to that.
Laura
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