I don't think I called myself 'fat' in front of my kids. (I don't think.) I do remember times when one of them would say something about me being fat. My husband would get angry, I would tell him, "It's ok, they're not being mean, just truthful." I smiled and brushed it off. Inside, it felt like a white-hot dagger.
While I may not have called myself fat, I know my attitude and actions said it loud and clear. Not wanting to put on a swimsuit, not doing activities (like volleyball or other sports) because I worried about how I'd look, cringing at myself in the mirror.
Yesterday, I read this article, which is a letter from a daughter to her mother. It gripped me and made me cry. It needs to be read. By mothers, sisters, friends, anyone who is a role model to young girls. It needs to be read by women. We need to realize how our attitudes about ourselves affect our children and all the other girls (and boys) we come in contact with.
It also needs to be read by men. They need to know how their comments affect us, and everyone around them.
Please read. She says it so much better than I could. Let me know what you think.
|Part of the challenge- pictures. No editing, no deleting.|
This is me and the Handy Man at fireworks last night.