Dreamer, baker, Mama, Beachbody coach, and lover of life. Owner of a restless soul that yearns to wander the world. Typical small town "girl next door". Just pushing my way through life and trying to make a difference.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Brutally Honest
Pacen has always been brutally honest with me. I prefer it that way and I hope he is always like that. Lately he has started this new "thing". He knows I have always obsessed about my weight. I am, by no means, obese or over-weight, but with the way society is about appearances I have always felt like my body isn't nice enough. I feel I could be skinner, more tone, etc. Anyway, lately if, for example, I grab a third slice of pizza or a cookie after dinner, Pacen looks at me and says, "You know that's how you get fat." He's not trying to be mean. He is just trying to get me to follow the rules I have for myself, cause I hate following them and he, apparently, hates to hear me complain about how I feel fat. :)
Look at this sweet face. I don't think he would ever purposely hurt my feelings. :)
A while back I bought a new dress, a cute little red knit thing. It was on super clearance so I didn't bother trying it on before I bought it. When I got home I tried it on and realized it was probably a little tighter than it should be (to wear to most public events). I asked Pacen if he thought I looked too fat in the dress and he said no. I then asked him if it made my butt look big and I turned to the side. He looked at me, his face scrunched up, his lips made the shape they do when he says "oooooooo" (like ewww, not oh.), and then he did that sucking air through the teeth thing. He didn't have to say a word. That expression and air sucking was enough. Hahaha!
One more. Another good one and, honestly, my favorite! One day I tried on a new pair of workout pants. They were tight, but that's how they are suppose to fit cause they are mostly spandex. I don't care what I look like when I workout inside, but when I go running outdoors I am self-conscious about how big my butt and thighs look in my workout clothes. I asked Pacen if the pants made me look fat. He started to put his fingers together like he was showing me the size of something. It looked like something small. I started thinking this was good and then he said, "Mom, have you seen that Geico commercial with Abraham Lincoln?" I busted out laughing. How could I not laugh at that?! Haha! I'm sure everyone knows what commercial he was talking about, but just in case you don't, here you go:
So, I'm thinking I need to work on slimming my "ghetto booty" down or something and then maybe he would change his expressions and answers when I wear tighter clothes. :)
"Pretty much all the honest truth telling in the world is done by children." ~ Oliver Wendell
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