Avery said something that stopped me in my tracks. Like, literally FROZE. I was doing the dishes (seriously, where is my cleaning fairy?) and she walked into the kitchen. She said “Mommy, my belly is too big.”
I’m sorry, WHAT? Why is my 4 year old complaining about her body?? Why on EARTH would she do that?
Quite simply, because that’s pretty much all she’s ever heard me do. I have been able to find fault with my body throughout my life for one reason or another. Who hasn’t had those moments?
BUT the last thing I want is my daughter constantly questioning whether she is pretty, or smart or her perfect self because of what she sees on the outside.
BUT I don’t want my daughter or yours to wonder if they are who they are supposed to be.
Now, I’m all for a healthy life. I’m a fan of people working out (maybe not so much me), getting in shape, feeling better and getting stronger. I completely believe there is a link between your physical body and your emotional well-being. That being said, I do not want her or anyone else to think that because they aren’t a size 2, they aren’t good enough. I may not be happy with what I see in the mirror but I have to make a change for her. Actually, for both of us.
I am going to start a new practice. Maybe you can do it with me. I am going to stand in front of the mirror and find something – anything – that I like. And I’m going to focus on that. Not on the fact that my hips are WAY too wide (my poor, poor jeans!) or that my belly does NOT look anything like it did before my 4 beautiful children came, and then I did nurse 3 of them, so there’s that.
I may not like my ______, but I like my ______ (fill in the blank).
I believe that she’s worth it to not down myself all the time. I believe that her self worth should not based on her pant size (now or in the future). I believe that the definition of beauty is not based on the color of her hair or eyes. I must to be better for both of us so that I don’t pass my insecurities on to my beautiful, perfectly imperfect children.