Ava and Hannah are as different as chalk and cheese, in every single way possible! But there polar oppositeness (is there even such a word?) is never more apparent than in their physical appearance. Ava was always a slight, petite baby, with super fine features and skinny arms and legs.
Hannah is the total opposite.She has the most delicious, squishy body! We joke about her stomper legs all the time, we take great pleasure in squeezing her massively round, dimply bum, the rolls on her wrists and her kankles. She is a chubby checker. When we go out, she is referred to a Mafuta by strangers & everyone comments on her cute chubbiness.
We are a nickname kind of family…. I mean we are the Nut house, Walter = Numb Nuts, Me = Crazy Nuts, Ava = Monkey Nuts & Hannah we call Dough Nuts! She, like all of the VW family, has a number of nicknames…. Hannah Banana, Piesang, Piesang Brood, Hannie and worst of all Fatty!
Fatty is the nickname that has stuck and used most frequently and I keep saying we need to stop it. I don’t want to give her a complex about her size or her weight or how she looks. She is gorgeously perfect and I don’t want her to grow up having a complex about herself because of a nickname we so flippantly call her.
The real error of our ways became abundantly clear these holidays when Ava started refusing to wear certain pants and didn’t want me to see her in her swimming costume. When I asked her why, she said it was because she was fat! She’s FOUR for goodness sakes! FOUR! She’d put on a pair of shorts and tell me her thighs were fat (they’re not, not even by a long shot) and when I’d ask her where she through she was fat, she’d point at her legs!
Now I know I have a very poor body image and it would appear that between my body issues and everyone so casually calling Hannah Fatty, that this has started to rub off on Ava and make her hyper aware of her own body.
So we’ve decided as a collective to no longer call Hannah Fatty, or any other derogatory name referring to her body, this is important for both my girls. It’s also made me more aware of how I talk about myself in front of them. I can no longer refer to myself in a casual manner but have to constantly be aware of what message I’m sending them with my words and actions towards myself, which are clearly not complimentary.
This is one near years resolution we have to stick to. No more Fatty’s in the VW home!