Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Trashy Shorts: Your Fatness

For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been complaining about the few extra pounds that have crept onto my frame despite the rigorous 5-6 day-a-week workouts that I’ve been faithful to for the past 17 years.

These complaints just so happened to coincide with my annual pap smear appointment (TMI?) that I had been putting off making because they suck.  One afternoon last week, as my kids and I were stuck at a broken red light that was taking a while to get fixed, I whipped out my phone to just get it over with.

As I talked to the receptionist, I heard my kindergartener pipe up from the back seat.

“Why are you making a doctor’s appointment, Mom?  Is something wrong?” 

Then, suddenly, I heard realization dawn in his voice.  Ooooh,” he said, and I watched him nod his head knowingly at me in the rearview mirror.  “Is it because of your fatness?”

It wouldn’t have been funny if he’d been trying to be a little a-hole.  He hadn’t been.  The comment came from a really honest, concerned place, and I could not stop laughing.


  1. The honesty of children is amaaaazing.
    I work for the schools and hear LOTS of shit!!! x

  2. Hahahaha I love those kinds of questions. I get:
    "Why do you have TWO bellies? And those big things on top?" (that would be my chest.)