"You need to starve that one and fatten the other one up."
My friend and I were sitting at a restaurant this morning when a geriatric voice came from behind us passing judgement on my two baby girls in their stroller. The one he suggested I "starve" is all of 17 pounds and eight months old. The one who needs fattening is my skinny two-year-old.
I'm really not afraid to pop off to strangers, which you might not know about me unless you saw me tell Gramps my kids are FINE and PERFECT and HEALTHY and I don't need any GODDAMN OPINIONS.
What is it with this world? Would you ever walk up to two strange women at a table and say one needed starving and the other one needed fattening?
There is a gorgeous little boy I know with outrageous blond curls that swirl around his head like a golden halo. I just want to run my hands through that hair and maybe braid it or weave it into a sweater vest for running in the sunshine. It's awesome hair you just want to touch! But I don't, and you know why? Because he is a person with the right to personal space. His mother told me most people do not know this fact about human dignity and proceed to nuggie him at liberty wherever they go.
Would you do that to an adult? Would you grab a strange adult's thighs and say "chunky monkey!" or stick your finger in a stranger's mouth at the grocery store? No. Because that person is also over 100 pounds and might report you.
Why then do people not treat little people with dignity? Stay out of their personal space, keep your comments about their body to yourself, let them answer questions for themselves and treat them like humans. They are not pets!
Ah, with that out of the way, allow me to present this totally rad pumpkin.
If anyone knows who made this, let me know!
Jenna Myers Karvunidis
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