在这个以瘦为美的世界里,你也许是个异类而被嘲笑、被排挤,从满怀期待到默然不语,一直尝试摆脱这一切却发现实属不易。这世上没有人能更爱你:一位胖母亲用自己的成长故事说出了对女儿的爱和期许。 By Jennifer Weiner “Ok,” I said to my daughter as she bent over her afternoon bowl of rice. “What’s going on with you and J.?” J. is the ringleader of a group of third-graders at her camp—a position Lucy herself occupied the previous summer. Now she’s the one on the outs, and every day at snack time, she tells me all about it, while I offer up the unhelpful advice I’ve been doling out all summer long. “She’s bossy ,” Lucy complained. “She’s turning everyone against me,” Lucy muttered . “She’s mean, she’s bad at math, she’s terrible at kickball . And... she’s fat.” “Excuse me,” I said, struggling for calm. “What did you just say?” “She is fat,” Lucy mumbled into her bowl. “We are going upstairs,” I said, my voice cold. “We are going to discuss this.” And up we went. I’d spent the nine years since her birth getting ready for this day, the day we’d have to have the conversation about this dreaded, stinging word. I knew exactly what to say to the girl on the receiving end of the taunts and the teasing, but in all of my imaginings, it never once occurred to me that my daughter would be the one who used the F word. Fat. |