I’ve got lots of bits on my body that move independently from
frame; I’ve got stretch marks and stained skin from my medication. I’m not fat per
say, but I’m certainly not wearing single digit size clothes. I sometimes catch
myself being self-criticizing in front of Isabella and I need to stop. We all
should stop, every mother, aunt, grandma. We have this little girl in front of
us just soaking in everything she hears. She’s going to grow up and be made fun
of for something to do with her appearance. She’s going to feel less than her
peers at some point in her life. She’s going to think she’s ugly by media
standards and she’s definitely going to hate her hair.
This is inevitable, but I can lessen the blow for her.
I can be less criticizing of myself and encourage her to be
comfortable in her own skin.
I can show her that beauty isn’t just on the outside.
I CAN be her best role model.
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