She didn’t teach me to look at various body parts and pinch and pull and poke.
She didn’t teach me to call out certain areas of my body in a mirror and say unkind things about “those” areas.
She didn’t teach me to look down at my body and make faces of rebuke.
She didn’t teach me to pull at my clothes in uncomfortable ways.
She didn’t teach me to avoid bathing suits or beaches.
She didn’t teach me to ask questions like, “does my butt look big in these jeans?” Or, “does this accentuate my hips?” Or, “does this shirt show my gut?”
No, my Mama didn’t teach me any of that.
My mama never talked about, or motioned, or gestured how she felt about her body. EVER.
I grew up thinking and feeling comfortable in my body about my body. It wasn’t until I was older when I realized how unique this was. And I don’t get any credit. I give it all to my Mama.
And you know what, Mamas out there, that’s how simple it is to raise a girl who is comfortable with her body – Be comfortable with yours.
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