On Sunday, my husband and I went on a day trip to the closest “beach” in PA. We were having an absolutely amazing time until the family from hell showed up.
I don’t know why my husband and I are such magnets for freaks, but these people were simply the worst. The family consisted of a mom (Barbie), dad (Ken), Barbie’s mom, and four, little girls. Ken and Barbie constantly pointed out overweight people on the beach. Asking if a woman was pregnant or just fat; saying how people look totally different from behind. Barbie was pretty, skinny, tan to the point of probably already have skin cancer, and well, fake boobs galore. When Ken made a remark about her implants, she responded with “You try breastfeeding four kids and see how your boobs end up”. She was a classy lady. Ken, the sorriest human being I’ve ever laid eyes on, was also tan but HAD A GUT. Anyway, they kept pointing out those who were overweight and asking how someone could hate themselves so much. Barbie kept saying that if she had gained five pounds, she’d be so repulsed by herself. Ken was also spewing racist comments so loudly that for a moment, I didn’t know if he forgot his surroundings. I soon learned this was their normal. This was how they lived their lives. Judging others and in the process forgetting how miserable they truly are.
They kept dwelling on a family in front of them. The parents were overweight but seemed like nice people because WHY DOES WEIGHT DEFINE SOMEONE? The parents had a hard time playing with their kids and all they wanted to do was sit down by the water. Anyway, Ken and Barbie kept ragging on them. Making fun of how many sandwiches they were eating, asking how they could even stand, wondering if they could pop them with a needle, etc.
I was disgusted. My husband and I contemplated moving to another part of the beach, but no, I wanted to be around both these families – both with problems, both unaware of how dangerous their situations are.
I don’t want to become a mom who is so overweight that I’m unable to play with my kids. I don’t want to look to food to make me happy or help me escape reality. On the other hand, I don’t want to become a mom that makes comments about putting her young children on diets and insulting others just to feel better about myself. I don’t want to be so wrapped up in me that I forget that I’m a flawed human being.
I want to be a loving mom, an attentive mom, a healthy mom.