Fuck it. Fuck it all.

Today, I took my daughter to the pediatrician for a check-up after a fever. I was expecting a prescription for some flu medicine, considering that it is winter and she is more susceptible to colds than your average 5-year-old.

The doctor went over the regular procedures, told me about the medicine she was going to prescribe, and I thought we could leave. Nope.

She asked to speak with me in private, away from my daughter.

“I’m concerned about her health,” she began.

Obviously being concerned, I asked, “Is something the matter?”

“Bessie (my daughter’s name) has had significant weight gain since the last time she’s been here.”

Already uncomfortable, being a larger woman myself, I replied, “Yes, well, she is a growing girl.” I tried to say it lightly, but my voice was tight.

“And that’s good, but her height isn’t catching up to her weight. I’m afraid this time next year she may be obese. What’s her diet been like?”

Now I was annoyed, but I was still trying to be respectful. “She eats all her vegetables, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“Does she regularly eat sweets? I noticed she had some chocolate with her today.” (My daughter is extremely anxious to see doctors (and obviously for good reason) so I always buy her candy before a visit.)

“Yes, well, I try not to deprive my daughter of anything. I think it’s more important for kids to learn intuitive eating than to make them choose between "good” and “bad” foods. I don’t think weight is indicative of poor health.“

She basically gave me a look like I was saying something entirely radical before telling me to try to limit fatty/sugary foods for my daughter.

After that visit, the first thing I did was take my daughter out for ice cream.

Afterwards, I tried to tell me husband.about how I wish we could change doctors. I guess thin privilege is not understanding or worrying that such a "concerned” doctor is perpetuating a toxic environment for your daughter.