My daughter is this smart, funny, angry, beautiful ‘tween. Too young to be an adult and too old to be a child. She plays soccer and games online. She is as comfortable alone in her room reading her latest manga book as she is giggling with her gaggle of gal pals in the living room. But as most moms know – and sadly can relate to – she struggles with her ever-changing body.
What fit yesterday is too tight today. What she loved about one blouse she hates the next. Day to day (hell hour to hour) her mind shifts, changes, adapts and back again.
But the body she inhabits now is the body she will have for the rest of her life. It is the vessel that will carry her in this world through adventure and learning, victory and loss. It is a fine balance teaching our girls about healthy eating and healthy living without accidentally seeding a paranoia about what is “wrong” with their bodies. . .
And as a half Korean child, she sees and is aware of the “ideal” body and face types strewn all over the Tumblrs and Instagrams of K Pop girl groups. The lithe bodies of creamy white skin will never be hers. And that’s ok. With me.
How do I make it ok with her?
How am I supposed to teach her that her strong thighs and calves are what propel her forward in a physical match against someone she is guarding in a game when I obsess over the size of my calves in high boots?
How am I supposed to be an example of body happiness/contentment when almost every night and morning I look in the mirror and turn my face to the left and right to see the wrinkles (laugh lines) more clearly and suck in my #mombod gut to remember what 15 pounds ago looks like?
How do you do it?
*Angie in Texas is ALL about the #mombod right now...