Let there be no lies, I am ABSOLUTELY winging this. With that said, be sure that I know how to do two things very well, which are writing and dieting. I am half black, and as such, if you know anything, I have what I value—a desired thickness which many women must work for to achieve. Of course, my very white mother did not understand the concept that color = thick. So as I hit puberty, my mother mistook my thickness for weight gain. As a good mother, it was her mission to help me stay thin, because that is what society tells us is most desired in order to be accepted. What does this mean exactly? Let me enlighten you. This meant I tried the low-fat diet, measured caloric in-take diet, the protein shake diet, the Weight Watchers diet, the no-carb diet and so on. While my Marmie meant well, she had no idea she was instilling in me the belief that I was not thick, but fat.
First a bit about me. I am a wife, a mother, a student, a sister, a writer but most of all, I am ME! Now it is my hope that many of you enjoy this entry, and it is okay for those of you who do not. In this article as all others I write, I will be blunt as I always am. You may think me vulgar or inappropriate, so be you faint of the plain truth perhaps you should stop reading now and find something about knitting or wreath making. Alas if you are like me in all the ways I mention or maybe even just one, I urge you to follow me in this journey.
How Will I Tell the Children? October 10, 2018