Overcoming My Body Image Demons for the Sake of My Daughter
This morning I was getting dressed and my daughter was her usual self, sitting on my bed cross-legged, watching and commenting at me getting dressed. She had that Disney princess dewey look in her eyes and said, “Mom you look so pretty on the outside and on the inside.”
“What makes someone pretty on the inside?” I asked, and she immediately responded saying, “Your love-ness!”
I just melted and basked in the proud parenting moment.
This was so particularly meaningful for me, because it wasn’t always this way.
My mornings used to be really stressful. It would start with waking up and checking my stomach fat to see if I had gained or lost any weight from the day before. Then I’d slither into my bathroom and quickly shut the door. Stepping on the first scale, I was not satisfied with the number, so I moved to the second scale. And then repeated the process. The results of the scale would set my mood for the rest of the morning. If I didn’t like the results, I was hard on myself. I would wonder, what did I do to make the number go up?