Weight is Worth

I saw this online exchange happen between two friends joking around with each other:

"Nothing's more important than being pretty. And nobody can stay mad at a pretty girl."
"I tell my daughter that every night before bed."

They were kidding. I know them, and am sure of this. What saddened me is that some people really believe this, and treat others this way.

My grandpa has a slut girlfriend we call The Pot, or Ruthpot. We all hate her. We have tried and tried to like her, be nice to her, and just.... we hate her. She has offended everyone in my immediate family. More than once. She's not a lovely women. She lacks class. She lacks manners. She lacks tact. She lacks intelligence. My grandpa was a very lonely extrovert after my grandma died, and Ruthpot is who he shacked up with. Ruthpot has a granddaughter named Dayna. Yes, it's really spelled that way.

Dayna is several years younger than I am, in her early 20's. She was raised by a single mom. Dayna had some growing up problems (didn't we all) and was in and out of mental hospitals a couple of times while dropping out of high school. She's doing much better now, and has gone through training to become a surgical nurse's assistant or something.

I've known Dayna since she was about 11 years old. Her weight fluctuates wildly. She's been on Weight Watchers and other diet plans more times than I can count. She's been a Very Fat Girl, and a Regular Sized Girl. I've only met her about four times. So how do I know all this about her weight? Because The Pot tells me. Every single time I call to talk with my grandfather, I have to hear about Dayna. Do I hear how she's doing in nursing school? No. How she's feeling? No. Dayna's rise and fall in her grandmother's eyes is solely connected to her weight.

Dayna has no worth when she's in a fat stage. She is practically ignored by family. The only thing discussed is her weight and her looks. I would hate to see how Ruthpot treats her when they go out to eat. When Dayna is skinny, the world is full of rainbows and and unicorns. Dayna looks beautiful, Dayna is very happy, Dayna has no feelings or thoughts that are not tied directly to her weight.

Poor fucking Dayna! Her whole family treats her this way. If you call my Grandpa it's gotten to the point that even he will say "Everything here is good, Dayna's gone on Weight Watchers and lost 65 pounds. She looks wonderful, she's so happy." It's terrible. I'm sure Dayna is NOT happy, simply because how can someone be happy when they know they're not liked if they gain weight?

At this stage I simply refuse to hear about Dayna anymore. When The Pot starts to tell me "Dayna is gaining weight again.." I cut her off and tell her I don't care about Dayna's weight. She doesn't get it and just thinks I'm rude. Well you know, that's okay with me. It's for a good cause.