I was walking through the hallway at my daughter’s elementary school and a teacher I did not know looked at me and said “Oh, I know who your daughter is! Spitting image!”
It got me thinking just HOW important it is, as a mother and influencer of my family, to be very aware of the language I use surrounding my body. It’s easy to forget that our bodies are not just our own. There is no denying that my daughter will certainly share many physical traits that I have, and therefore I must honor them not just as my own, but as hers as well.
What if all I spoke onto my thighs was hate for the way they kissed every time we walk? What if all I did was curse the soft ripples of my cellulite?
What if all I did was mourn the loss of my flat stomach?
What if all I did was put cream on my stretch marks to erase the lives I carried inside?
What if all I did was cover my body and hide it’s hills and valleys from curious eyes looking for something to relate to?
What if all I did was look in the mirror with disgust and disdain?
What if all I did was avoid being present in my life so I wouldn’t suffer the embarrassment of being seen?
Well…then surely, my daughter could only do the same at each passing “you look just like your mother” etching firmly into her being that she was not good enough either and surely my son could only find the fault in the authentic beauty of being human.
Instead I speak love over my kissing thighs.
Instead I embrace the soft ripples of my cellulite.
Instead I celebrate the new softness of this belly.
Instead I praise my glitter stripes for allowing me growth.
Instead I honor the hills and the valleys by allowing them to be seen and understood.
Instead I look in the mirror and see love, and femininity, and light.
Instead I live out loud.
So that surely my daughter can find affirmation of her own greatness with each declarative “you look just like your mother” and my son will find magnificence and understanding in the ever changing fluidity of the body.
Just do you babes!