My mom wrote about my obesity in Vogue when I was 7. It went viral

When I was 7, I was the subject of this Jezebel titled “Worst Vogue article ever”.

the fashion trial was written by my mother, Dara-Lynn Weiss, in 2012. It was about how she helped me lose weight by putting me on a restrictive diet. In the article, my mom recalls banning me from Pizza Fridays at school and depriving me of dinner after learning I had indulged in brie and baguette on Heritage Day. French.

“I dressed a Starbucks barista when he professed ignorance of the nutritional content of children’s hot chocolate whose calories are listed as ‘120-210’ on the menu board,” my mother wrote. “Well, what is it?” When he couldn’t provide an answer, I dramatically grabbed the drink from my daughter’s hands, poured it into the trash, and stormed out.

I remember being in a restaurant and my mother asking the waiter to bring me a half portion. Sometimes I lied about what I ate at birthday parties because I knew she wouldn’t react well. I also started eating on the sly because there was this shame around eating.

At the end of my weight loss journey, in just under a year, I grew two inches and lost 16 pounds. I was no longer clinically obese or at risk of developing high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and type 2 diabetes. But my mother was reviled by the media for shaming a child. She was tagged the “the worst mother in New York” by a newspaper columnist.

A decade later, I can tell you it is not.

A decade after her mother’s viral post, Kubovy-Weiss said her relationship with her body was “complicated”.Courtesy of Betty Kubovy-Weiss

At the end of the day, I know my mom had my best interests at heart. She was worried about my health. She understood the social stigma of obesity and wanted to protect me. Throughout the whole effort to make me lose weight, the explanation and rationale was always very clear to me: it wasn’t about having a skinny girl.

It’s also important to note that my mom also has her own body image issues. As she shared in the Vogue story, “I haven’t ingested food, looked at a restaurant menu, or been sick to the point of throwing up without silently running a complicated mental algorithm about how it will affect my weight. .”

At some point, I had to decide: Am I going to be mad at my mother for the rest of my life, or am I going to try to understand her love? For my own good, and to have a good relationship with my mother, I needed to find logic and kindness in what she was doing.

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