On the subject of Mothers... I just read about a skinny shaming Mother so thought I'd share a story of my own.  My mother is a beast and regularly calls me fat. "When I was your age I was a size.." 0,4,6, (lies) whatever. Funny enough, she was never able to live up to her mothers standards and bitches about how her mother was always calling her fat and how much it hurt her feelings (you know, exactly what she does to me now). Nobody could ever be as thin as Nana, it's impossible.  One of my many favorite moments that illustrate her level of crazy was when she came out to visit and the family took a trip to the mall. She had just got done telling me how pudgy I was, meanwhile she is telling her mom (my Nana) that she's too thin and it's disgusting.  We went to a store, I think it was Banana Republic, I'm not sure, but my Nana finds these hideous looking leopard print pants and raves about how cute they are. I find some clothes and we go to the dressing room. My Mother sits right outside of the doors because she can't fit into anything at the store. I come out and the first outfit I'm in, my mother says that I look to fat in it. Then my Nana comes out in her leopard and my mother tells her how awful it looks, she's too thin and it makes her look like  a twig. Even though it's leopard, and not my cup of tea, I support my Nana and tell her that I think they look sooo cute and adorable. I try on another outfit and again my mother hates it, I'm a fat ass. Nana comes out and it's the same twig comment to her. So I get a great idea and I asked my Nana if I could try on the leopard print pants that she has in her dressing room and my mother scoffs, "Oh those will never fit, I'll go get you bigger pair," I tell her that I'll just try on the one that Nana has.  Quick change, back out, and oh my gosh, they fit, and they're even loose! My mother was literally twitching. She insists that I went out and got another pair (even though she has been sitting right in front of the changing rooms able to see all who come and go) because it is physically impossible for me to be the same size as Nana. Meanwhile my Nana is so happy and says that she'll buy them for me and she'll get a matching pair. Instantly my mother starts seeing red and grabs a scarf and says, "Will you buy this for me?" My Nana tells her that it isn't cute and no, no she will not buy it for her. Temper tantrum ensues. She starts crying, literal tears, sobs, the works, and in a loud voice starts bitching about how she never gets anything and how Nana hates her and how I ruined her body (I'm an only child, a child she tells me she wishes she never had). So Nana gives in and gets her the scarf so people stop staring at our dysfunctional family.  Then we go to eat and my Mother starts telling me about how I better not get my hopes up about raiding Nana's closet because she knows we are not the same size and that I switched the tags. Wait, what?! I just said ok and let her believe what she wanted to because there's no arguing with crazy. While we are eating with the rest of the girls in the family, my Nana is raving about how happy she is that I am so thin, my mother peeps up and interjects, "She's really not." Her sister got on her like a hawk and told her to stop being so mean to me and that I am thinner than she ever was. They went back and forth and my mother eventually got up from the table and waddled away. My Nana, oblivious to most things asks, "What's wrong with babe?" She calls my mother babe, and I've always wondered if she was referencing the pig.  My mother will be visiting for mothers day, and the family is getting together for dinner to celebrate. I'm sure she'll cry, scream, and I'll have another story to tell.