What's with all the skinny hate?

Every time I log into Facebook, I see where someone shared some sort of post about curvy girls.  I get to read about how curvy girls are better, or how only dogs like bones, or how skinny girls have to starve themselves, or that I'm just a skinny bitch.  I can't count the number of times I've been told I should go eat a cheeseburger/sandwich/etc.  Skinny girls have feelings too!

I hate the times when people try to pretend that Marilyn Monroe was plus-sized.  Seriously, look at her pictures.  You can see collarbones and sometimes even ribs.  According to her dressmaker, her measurements were usually around 35-22-35.  I get called a skinny bitch, but my waist has never been anywhere near that 22 inch mark, even when I was modeling.  People have claimed that she was a size 16.  Sizes were different 50 years ago, but she still wasn't exactly able to wear clothes off the rack. 

I'm sick of it.  Sure, mainstream media is biased and prefers thin, blonde, and rich.  Instead of just complaining and posting stuff on facebook putting someone else down to make yourself feel better, why don't you put down the fashion magazine?  Why don't you turn off the TV if you're so tired of all of the thin actresses?  If you hate the skinnies, then why are you trying to diet and be one?  Don't tell me it's societal pressure; you're trying to rebel against that same societal pressure by spreading the skinny hate.

It's okay for you to say, "Real Women Have Curves" or "Real men like curves; only dogs like bones" but it's not okay for me to say it loud that I'm thin and proud?  You can call me a skinny bitch, but if I call anyone a fatass, I'm a horrible person and need to shut my mouth because it's a condition and not their fault.  I don't go around calling people fatasses, but if I wanted to, I would still censor myself.  I can find much meaner things to say about people I want to put down than just the obvious appearance things.  If I don't like you, it's for a real reason, not just your appearance.

Real women come in all shapes and sizes.  You can be a size zero or a size 24 and still be a real woman.

Screw you guys and your whole "real women have curves" movement.  My real body has made and nourished three children. 

You don't get more real than that.

Horrible Mother

Kaiya and Ronin both love Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.  Kaiya says it's a tie for her favorite with My Little Pony and Invader Zim, but Ninja Turtles is still a little bit better. Little Britain and Doctor Who are up there in the top five as well.  Ronin can't pick a favorite because he likes everything, from Super Mario Brothers Super Show to Thomas and Friends.  Just not Doctor Who.  He likes to pretend he's a Dalek, but he's afraid of everything else on the show.

Anyway, they love Ninja Turtles.  Anytime the show comes on, they absolutely MUST jump around, dance, and practice their ninja skills.  If I don't intervene quickly, it's a sure thing that someone will get hurt.  Minor injuries are very common.

I let them watch some Netflix so that I could put my bed back together (that's a whole 'nother blog post) and heard the new rap-tacular theme song, but didn't say "oh crap" until it was too late and Kaiya was screaming.  She said she had been jumping around and "just fell" off the ottoman onto her face.  Since she was crying, her whole face was swollen and I couldn't tell what was happening.  We put a bag of frozen corn on her nose, which Tanith thought was hilarious.  My darling husband said there was no way it could be broken.

This is how she looked the next morning, Easter Sunday:

So I took her to the emergency room at our little town's new hospital.  Lovely place it is.  When asked about what happened, my Kaiya told the nurse and later the doctor, "Got into a fight with the floor.  The floor won."  She got to ride in a wheelchair and pretend she was Andy from Little Britain. It's broken, but already mostly healed and shouldn't make too much of a difference in her face.

 And here's what she looks like today: