Calling someone “fat” can be a hurtful insult. But why is that?
This question came up when a mother named Allison shared her story about a recent swimming trip with her children. When her daughter called her fat, 30-year-old Allison had a clever response, and her message is now spreading quickly online.
Allison Kimmey began dieting when she was just 14 years old. She managed to stay at a size two to four through graduate school, but it was tough, and she wasn’t happy. Three years ago, at age 27, Allison reached a size eight and realized she would be much happier if she stopped fighting against her weight gain.
To motivate herself, Allison started an Instagram account, @allisonkimmey, where she shares pictures and inspirational messages. Her body positivity spreads joy and encourages her followers, but her important message doesn’t always reach everyone.
**Me:** “Actually, everyone, every single person in the world has fat. But each of us has different amounts.”
**Her brother:** “Oh right! I have some to protect my big muscles! But you have more than me.”
**Me:** “Yes, that’s true. Some people have a lot, and others don’t have much. But that doesn’t mean one person is better than the other. Do you both understand?”
**Both:** “Yes, mama.”
**Me:** “So can you repeat what I said?”
**Them:** “Yes! I shouldn’t say someone is fat because you can’t just be fat, but everyone HAS fat, and it’s okay to have different fat.”
**Me:** “Exactly right!”
Not only did Allison want to teach her children how to talk to others, but she also felt it was important to spread the message that everyone is equal, no matter their body shape. Now, her post on Instagram has gone viral.
“If I shame my children for saying it, then I’m proving that it’s an insulting word and continuing the stigma that being fat is unworthy, gross, comical, and undesirable,” writes Allison.
My late mom left $5 Million inheritance to my greedy brother and aunts & I only got an envelope with an address
It is not uncommon for families to break apart over a loved one’s belongings. Sometimes it becomes so severe that those who are destined to inherit may disagree.
A woman told the story of her mother and the bequest she made to her deceased mother.
The woman started out by saying that she was the one who took care of her mother when she was battling cancer. The woman went on, “It goes without saying that I will support Mom through this illness at every turn because she has always been my best friend.”
Her rapacious brother and aunts were only there when they needed something, which was usually to have their bills paid, but she was always there for her mother.
“How could my mother have caused me such pain?”I used my hand to wipe my nose as I was thinking. The poor woman couldn’t stop thinking, so I began to worry, “As a typical overthinker, if I had given her enough attention in those last few months.”
Subsequently, she noticed the lawyer approaching her and presenting her with an envelope.
When the woman opened it, she saw an address scribbled on a piece of paper. She had no idea what was going on.
She initially thought it might be the location of a storage unit her mother wanted her to empty. To start with, the attorney didn’t say much. He merely reaffirmed to the woman that she was the one her mother cherished above all others.
When the woman got to the address, she saw that her mother had given her a gem of a house. The home that was in front of her was so magnificent that it resembled a dream mansion. Even the woman’s favorite flowers were in the yard.
As it happens, my mother was fully aware of how my brother and aunts were the largest spenders of money. But she wanted me to have a future and a place to start a family. “To create new memories in a place that obviously has her spirit,” the woman continued as she related her story.
A subsequent correspondence, discovered on the kitchen table of this recently purchased home, described how the mother had bequeathed the funds to her sister and son, fully aware that they would fritter them away as soon as they obtained them. But she also wanted to teach children the value of family—a lesson they would most likely discover after they had squandered their whole inheritance.
But as I sit here in my new kitchen, enjoying coffee from the coffee machine I’ve always wanted, I realize that material items never defined my mother’s love. Because it was in this house, I knew this present would mean more to me than anything else.
“Hey, Mom? You remain the greatest.
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