Speaking of poverty, I had a customer @ my drive thru window the other day talk about this nine year old who spoke up to the CEO to the company I work for (McDonalds) and how “amazing” they were. Well, as I suspected, it was a little pretty thin white girl who from all appearances seemed to come from a middle class or higher (though I could have been wrong; people have been wrong about me/my kids because I know how to shop and which thrift stores have the best/highest quality clothes). She chided him for “tricking kids into thinking they’re eating healthy” when they aren’t. And I would’ve been ok had she stopped there, but she went on to talk about how she and her mom made all these healthy foods together and how it could be fun.

Hello.

Privilege.

It is a privilege to be able to stay at home and spend a significant amount of time prepping healthy food (whatever that is nowadays) for your family.

She also talked about “diseases like diabetes and obesity”. Yes. Okay, but we do realize that diabetes is genetic? And obesity in and of itself isn’t really a “disease”?

Just. Fuck. I wanted to cry. This is what a nine year old thinks. When I was nine, I was already analyzing how big my thighs were. Why my hips were wider than my peers (genetics, mostly, but also fairly early puberty) and crying from embarrassment because a training bra/sports bra just wasn’t cutting it.

And I was blessed because I had fantastic maternal grandparents who took care of me while my dad struggled to find a decent job after he had a heart attack when I was six, and my mom worked full time. Not everyone has that.