Over brunch this morning with the inlaws, Big A let slip that his dad and step mom talked to him about my weight and “disordered eating.” This isn’t the first time they’ve done that. For the record, I am fine. I hover around the underweight end of the B.M.I. scale, but I’m South Asian, with inadequate/tiny bone structure, so I’m plenty fleshy, and it works out.
While my inlaws looked mortified, I lunged for Big A. I meant to be playful, but I ended up body slamming him too hard. Accident!
But hey, if you’re going to infantilize me, maybe you ought to be prepared to deal with the immature consequences too.