I wish I could go back and comfort young Mom and young me. Tell them how beautiful they were. Find a lovely feature they could focus on and be happy with. Play them some Christina Aguilera and some Pink. Nurture whatever was missing in their little hearts that prevented them from seeing the beauty everyone else saw. But because I can't, I have to just decide to believe it now.
Either we can choose to engage in a discourse that has us judging ourselves and one another by our weight, our size, our thigh gap or some other supposed measurement of self-worth -- or, we can choose to be kind, and to be happy, by stepping back from shame culture, and learning to love our bodies for what they are.