I have a daughter, and I think she is the most beautiful little girl in all the world. She absolutely delights me.
The other day, we were getting ready together. I noticed her soft, round little features. I noticed the way she crinkled up her nose to smile. I noticed her confidence as she stuck her belly out and look in the mirror. I noticed her contentment with picking clothes she liked, detached from any sort of expectation of how they looked on her body. And I thought with a sinking feeling, not for the first time, that I wished I could bottle up this confidence for her and help her keep it forever.
The topic of body image scares me for her. Continue reading What We Tell Our Daughters