Please Stop Fat-Shaming My Baby

The first time someone fat-shamed my daughter, it made me laugh. We were standing on the subway platform, waiting for the train, and she was about six months old, happily hanging out in her baby carrier. The young women who approached us were laughing and whispering to one another when the bolder of the two stepped forward."Yo, your baby is mad chunky."Here's the thing: My baby is mad chunky. She's also absolutely perfect, if you ask me. I love her body — especially her arm rolls and this...

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