F-ed up body issues start...now!

Josie had her 4-month checkup this week. She's perfectly healthy and doing all the things she's supposed to be doing -- playing with her hands, examining faces, cooing and gurgling, reaching for and grasping toys. She's eating and pooping and growing and making appropriate progress.

Except that she's a little bit on the skinny side. She's in the 60th percentile for height, but only the 10th for weight. She was long and thin to start off, so it's not unusual for her to maintain that trajectory, but she has fallen off the curve a little bit in the weight department.

And it's not cause for alarm or anything. She's bright-eyed and happy and alert and doing great, and it's not like she's malnourished. But the doctor wouldn't mind if she gained a little bit more weight relative to her height.

Except that when I heard her stats, I thought to myself, Sweet! If she can maintain that ratio, she'll be set. She could be a model or something.

Which is totally fucked up. I have no particular desire for my daughter to be a model, and of course I'll love her no matter what she looks like.

Though it doesn't hurt to go through life taller and skinnier rather than shorter and fatter, given one's druthers.

I just hate that my first thought was more along the lines of, "oooh, she'll be skinny and hot" rather than, "great! she's healthy!"*

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*Of course, I also was happy that she is healthy and growing, and I thought so at the time. It just wasn't my very first thought.