I tried to gain composure and looked at my mom through the tears in my eyes. She had been answering those questions like she was someone else. She has no clue that I have been the one paying her bills for the past three years! But, her rambling stopped when she saw that I was the one hurting, that I was the one who needed her.
As a mother to a teen daughter, one of my jobs is to build her self worth and body image up to a positive standard. I need to be selective on how I describe myself. I shouldn't say I'm fat or chubby or I don't like my thighs. I'm supposed to be all positive and empowering so she feels that way about her body, too. At least that's what I'm reading. Oops. I failed.
Let's not forget as parents to teach our kids, boys and girls, the devastating and enduring impact of their "joking" comments they tweet and post in comment sections on the Internet. It is so easy to lose sight of the fact that there is a real human with real feelings on the other end of anonymous comments made without thinking twice.