And now for Grandma Shaming……

And now for Grandma Shaming……

I saw this meme the other day and it really pissed me off. On one side we have the astounding Ernestine Shepherd. Ernestine is a 74 (actually she is 79 now, gasp) year old power house who looks to be half her age. The other side features the anonymous frail looking grandma who resembles what a 74 year old looked like about 20 years ago. The headline on the meme is “Both of these women are 74 years old…..The choice is yours to make”. So in addition to fat shaming, slut shaming, mom shaming and everything else we now add grandma shaming. Are you fucking serious? Stop it.

Now I’m sure we would all like to resemble the powerhouse on the left. She looks amazing and I am sure that is due to a number of factors including a huge time commitment at the gym, running, lifting, whatever else she does to achieve that level of excellence. I mean how many hours a day does it take to achieve that? Great nutrition…I’m sure she doesn’t have a cheat day, ever. And genetics, there is some gold swimming in that woman’s gene pool for sure and god bless.

Now frail granny on the right, what’s her story? Is she depressed? Does she have some kind of disability or chronic disease? Did she eat bon bons and sit on the couch for 50 years or did things just come unglued for the past decade. Maybe her husband died 10 years ago and she got depressed and didn’t keep up with the running club. Maybe she worked 16 hours a day at some shitty job just to scrape by……the point is we don’t know.

I’m just tired of the little digs that come up on my Facebook feed, otherwise known as the judgement zone. Enough already people. Just do the best you can. More moderation, less judgement – please.  Just remember no one here gets out alive, regardless of how much you bench. Relax a little, it’s all temporary.






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  1. I couldn’t agree more. You know what? As a grandchild, I never once judged my MomMom for having flabby arms, or an ample bosom. Not once. Her wrinkled, age spotted hands were beautiful to me, as she taught me how to de-string green beans we gathered together fresh with the morning dew from her garden. Her eyes twinkled with love for and delight in me, as she let me “help” her roll out the pie crust for the cherry pie she made just for me. Her white hair was soft and wispy as cotton candy, her voice soft and gentle, and her heart full of love. What more does a grandma need? Why must we strive so to be what we’re not, naturally, when it’s who we are that matters?

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  2. I adore your sense of humor and take-no-shit approach. I have to refrain from shaming sometimes because fitness and health are so important to me and I tend to try and drag other people along on the journey. But I reel myself in when I remember that I am disorganized and downright lazy in other areas of my life. So while I make time daily for a good workout, my laundry lives in the dryer and will never have the privilege of being properly folded. I suppose you could shame me for that (and other things, believe me!).

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    • No one is perfect and we all have different priorities and available resources. I for one can not fathom making 7 small meals a day and spending 6 hours a day at the gym….not my reality. I do get to the gym about 4 times a week and that has been a constant for 30 years. Thanks so much for reading and taking the time to comment….makes me giddy!


  3. I’m over being guilt tripped about my exercise (or lack thereof) and beauty routines, and serums and goodness knows what else – all I want is to be complimented and told I’m doing fine – not too much to ask surely?


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