I am sitting, cross legged, on the bathroom floor trimming my 5-year-old daughters' toenails. My 9-year-old son showers his muddy body as I lean against the tub. My 3-year-old daughter wrestles herself into pajamas in her bedroom. My 11-year-old son bursts in from football practice and hollers upstairs about reheating leftovers and having a sore throat. My husband is out dropping our minivan off for a tune up. The sun has set and we're putting another day to rest. In the confusion of this typical weeknight, I glance up from the floor at my 7-year-old daughter, standing on the step stool, completely undressed, brushing her teeth. I don't like the way she is looking at herself in the mirror. I don't like the way she pokes at her belly and frowns at her profile. I watch her for another minute and step in.