I'm lucky, I guess. My friends are almost all curvy girls or guys who - while being built like rakes themselves, I swear - don't really seem to care about a girls' figure. (Okay, one of my skinny-ass guy friends once called me fat. Another skinny-ass guy friend called him the hell out on it, when he couldn't figure out why I was glaring and refused to talk to him for the rest of the night. But he apologised, and it wasn't that he meant to be mean - he just didn't think before he opened his mouth, which is a feature of him, actually, but he'd never, ever hurt you or do it on purpose, y'know? I chewed him out for a bit though, and he's never been that stupid again, so at least there's that?) We maybe occasionally moan that we shouldn't eat blah blah blah, but we always try talking each other out of that kind of talk.
On the other hand, my dad's family were always of the, just eat what you want, don't make yourself sick, philosophy, whereas my mother and her family were more, clear your plate, and everything that came with that - clear it, and get a sweetie. Clear it, or it's rude. Etc etc. I still feel conflicted about that, and even though I try to only eat till I'm full, often - unless I'm really not enjoying it - I'll fill myself to bursting, and still feel bad when I don't finish it, especially when my dad cooked it. Even if he didn't even finish his plate. >.<.
Um. I don't mean to make that all, woe is me. I agree with what you say, I do, and I really do feel lucky in that my current environments don't judge me for what I eat. (In fact, I think my dad's family are currently trying to feed me up. Which is silly.) So maybe there is progress happening out there?
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Date: 2010-04-01 03:14 pm (UTC)I'm lucky, I guess. My friends are almost all curvy girls or guys who - while being built like rakes themselves, I swear - don't really seem to care about a girls' figure. (Okay, one of my skinny-ass guy friends once called me fat. Another skinny-ass guy friend called him the hell out on it, when he couldn't figure out why I was glaring and refused to talk to him for the rest of the night. But he apologised, and it wasn't that he meant to be mean - he just didn't think before he opened his mouth, which is a feature of him, actually, but he'd never, ever hurt you or do it on purpose, y'know? I chewed him out for a bit though, and he's never been that stupid again, so at least there's that?) We maybe occasionally moan that we shouldn't eat blah blah blah, but we always try talking each other out of that kind of talk.
On the other hand, my dad's family were always of the, just eat what you want, don't make yourself sick, philosophy, whereas my mother and her family were more, clear your plate, and everything that came with that - clear it, and get a sweetie. Clear it, or it's rude. Etc etc. I still feel conflicted about that, and even though I try to only eat till I'm full, often - unless I'm really not enjoying it - I'll fill myself to bursting, and still feel bad when I don't finish it, especially when my dad cooked it. Even if he didn't even finish his plate. >.<.
Um. I don't mean to make that all, woe is me. I agree with what you say, I do, and I really do feel lucky in that my current environments don't judge me for what I eat. (In fact, I think my dad's family are currently trying to feed me up. Which is silly.) So maybe there is progress happening out there?
I mean, I like to think so. :)