I knew what a calorie was at the age of 7. I was on a diet by the age of 9. And pretty much ever since then, it's always been about the numbers
I don't want this for my daughter. I don't want her to go through life trying so hard, to trudge the same exhausting path I have for so many years. Most of all I don't want her to live untethered from what is real.
I'm finally beginning to understand that one of my main priorities as a mother is to give my children a childhood, the childhood I felt I never really had.
In the stillness of that late-summer morning, a quiet anxiety was present as I sensed that the pulse of my world had begun to shift. At the heart of this anxiety was an awareness, honed by years of repetition, of what I could expect in the weeks to come.