The weight of a woman is more than a number that flashes on a small screen. The real weight of a woman can't be measured by a machine, because it includes so much more than how much or how little fat you have on your body.
We show our perfect faces for the world, yet behind the scenes we struggle with similar things. When we're vulnerable with those things, we risk conne...
is telling a girl, "Your looks don't matter as long as you love yourself" really realistic? And how do we address matters of beauty when the concept is both subjective and largely defined by arbitrary, exclusive societal standards?
It may not have been your first thought when you looked at this picture of me at 39 weeks and two days pregnant, playing with my children in our backyard. But it's true.
We live with these voices and expectations all the time, but often feel like we're the only ones who hear them and feel them. It's a relief to bring them out into the light and air and see that we're not the only ones.
Girls pick up on our every sigh when we try on jeans that are snug, every groan when we don't like how our dress fits. And they hate hearing our disparaging remarks. It makes them feel sad because they love us. Our comments also normalizing the act of trash-talking our bodies.
I feel there's an unspoken sentiment that parents should avoid conversations about weight with their children. I beg to differ. In fact, I think parents take a big risk when they avoid this sticky issue.
In a time when social media has brought body shaming to an all time high we need some reminders. We need to stop being our own worst critics, remember our worth and find our happy, all while setting the example for our kids.
The deal with "body image work" that we all need to get hip to, and that I hope mental health professionals will discuss with their clients in more depth as time goes on, is that loving our bodies as they are today requires a commitment to being proudly ourselves in spite of potential judgments by others.
"Hippy," she said. "This one's got some hips on her." She continued to pull and sigh and make small laboring noises as she worked. I sought out my mother's eyes, but she didn't seem to notice where Eugenia's remark had landed.
Many women with eating disorders, including models, partake in dangerous tactics to maintain a slimmer physique -- yet aren't underweight by BMI standards. In some ways, focusing on "the numbers" perpetuates the damaging notion that they matter most.
Our children need our help. They need to see us model healthy thoughts, behaviors, and choices. They need our help in building their confidence and sense of self worth.
I cannot protect my children from all possible health issues. Not every disease or disability, such as mine, is preventable. But I can enforce healthy choices, empowering my children with education and options.
It doesn't matter if we explain that we made that cake and those brownies with cream cheese frosting and diced up all those vegetables for their third birthday party, there is no visible record in those pages that we were even there.
If you don't gain a lot of weight while pregnant, people are going to have rude things to say. If you do gain a lot of weight while pregnant, people are going to have rude things to say. And if you gain a healthy amount of weight while pregnant... people are still going to have rude things to say.
I know that if my "before" and "after" photos were placed on social media without the back story, the judgement would be something like "she really let herself go." Gaining weight in our culture, especially for women is synonymous with being lazy, unmotivated, unsuccessful, and unlovable. Yet in my case, nothing could be farther from the truth.