Tales from Pantsuit Nation: My Daughter Deserves Better

I’m with her simply because I grew up a chubby little girl.

I remember having things said about me, to me, yelled at me, an ice ball thrown at my face. Things said very similar to what you have heard come straight out of Trump. I never remember saying a thing in response. I hoped that no one heard it, that my teachers, parents and friends wouldn’t know. I didn’t want to draw attention to myself, I felt I had to be smarter, funnier and kinder so that others wouldn’t look at me and instantly hate me.

The worst part is that I believed it, that I was a fat disgusting pig. When you are a kid you are taught to believe others and to always tell the truth, what they said my mind summed to be true. As an adult I’ve been blessed with a daughter that I love more than anything in the world. She deserves better than him, a man who is openly and publicly cruel, a misogynist, a racist and ignorant. Young men deserve an example that is so much more than him, a grown man that resorts to name calling and ridicule.

I’m with her because I asked my daughter tonight if she wanted to be the president and maybe one day she will be.