Why I Don't Care If My Daughter Gets FatLizBR4/16/13 2:08pmFiled to: Parenting29414EditPromoteShare to KinjaGo to permalinkRuthie is three. She is a healthy toddler. Her brain is perfect–a neurologist confirmed that in 2012 when she was exhibiting some strange growth patterns that needed to be checked out. She is funny and incredibly smart and is absurdly flexible. She is a remarkably fun little kid who loves reading, her dollhouse, donuts from Concannon’s Bakery, her daycare teachers, her grandma’s dog Harley, and apples. I’ve never seen anyone who loves apples as much as this kid does.AdvertisementI want desperately for Ruthie to continue to grow up happy and healthy and loved.Ruthie & Me on the trainAdvertisementAnd I don’t care–not one bit–whether she gets fat.About a year ago, a mother named Dara-Lynn Weiss wrote in Vogueand later published a book about the process of putting her 7-year-old daughter on a diet. Weiss was both praised and villainized–perhaps slightly more villainized than praised. People responded so strongly for and against her because of the way she approached her daughter’s weight. To most people who became familiar with Weiss’s story, it became clear that it Weiss was the one who had a problem with food, not her daughter, who was far too young to internalize anything from this experience except for “food is bad, and you are bad for wanting it.”Dara-Lynn Weiss; photo from NYMag.comI don’t want to go into the details of folks’ totally insightful criticism of Weiss’s methods or belief system. I don’t even want to get into the discussion of childhood obesity and what should be done to ensure our children are healthy. What I want to do with this blog post is emphasize one thing: I don’t care if Ruthie grows up to be fat.