There are days now where my consciousness absorbs me. There are hours where the line is blurred between who I am and what I am doing or seeing or thinking. I find difficulty in distinguishing the point I finish and the place my understandings start.
Before I got pregnant, I spent more than a decade dieting, picking apart my every flaw and obsessing over my jean size. But now, as my daughter celebrates her first birthday, I'm happier than ever with my body. Yes, even the stretch marks.
With or without ADHD, in the moment most of us do not attend much to eating. We tear through a favorite food with little awareness at all. We make choices around food to eat or buy without much thought.
The remark that my husband made to our older daughter stung. I had truly hoped that I had a bit more time before she worried about her looks and appearance, but just like that, my baby girl is growing up.
Family time is precious. Serve healthy foods in healthy portion sizes, but don't make an issue out of who's eating what and how much.
What if you looked at your daughter and saw yourself? Not only the good parts but all of the negative self-talk you heaped upon yourself since you emerged from childhood. What would you do to stop your daughter from carrying the weight of that nonsense?
Nothing says horrifying better than going shopping for a bathing suit. The fluorescent lights in the fitting room give you that close-to-death pallor while simultaneously enlarging every facial imperfection.
There's a story going around that telling our daughters they're pretty will only ensure a lifetime of dependency on the superficial value of good looks. This story makes moms like me hesitate when we want to tell the girls we know that they're beautiful.
My veins are angry," I thought, their blueish-green tinted pathways bulging under caramel skin that I think belongs to my mother, not to me. But these hands are mine.
I'm going to let you in on a big secret: You are beautiful today. It's taken me 39.10 years to figure this out, but now that I have, I have to share. Here's how I figured it out.
The best way to help others is to heal yourself, I realized. Though I am a work-in-progress, as long as I am committed to growing and cultivating that self-love everyday by caring for myself, celebrating my successes and seeing myself as more than just my body, I can support and share what has been helpful with my daughter.
Dudes are allowed to have "dadbods" and be seen as cute for it precisely because their worth isn't as intrinsically tied to their appearance the way a woman's worth is.
A lot of powerful brands have taken a stance against the volatile direction in which the media has led the definition of what it means to be beautiful, and it has been a wonderful shift, one that we continue to celebrate, thanks to campaigns like Dove's Love Your Body, and Lane Bryant's #Imnoangel. But have we lost sight of the most important message?
As much as we are learning to accept different kinds of beauty in others, the weight loss industry is still making billions of dollars a year and "how to lose weight fast" is one of the most searched for terms on Google. Like so many of the most important things in life, self-love is an inside job.
Take a look at your own relationship with the scale. What are you modeling for your kids? Are you on the scale frequently and making constant references to your weight?