"Mom, am I fat?"
I can't believe it happened already! My 7 year old daughter told me this morning that, during a weekend playdate with a friend, this other girl poked her tummy and said she was fat. She told me she spent the rest of the play date holding in her tummy. Sigh - really?!? Seven years old?!? Are we starting with this bullsh!t already? We talked about it a bit this morning and made a date to discuss further when she was back home from school and I was back from work.
So I thought all day about what I should say to her. And I decided I wouldn't say much at all. Instead, I would show her. When I got home, I invited her to my room for mommy-daughter time, locked the door and stripped down to my bra and undies; asked her to do the same (no bra of course, just undies). I showed her that I wasn't perfect but that I still felt beautiful. Then we looked at our bodies in the mirror and talked about what we loved about it. We started at our heads and went all the way down to our toes. We talked about how this is the body that God gave us to house our soul and about the amazing things we can do with it, like looking at the sky and giving a hug and eating delicious food and doing gymnastics and giving birth to a child (or 3). She was laughing and giggling and just relishing the whole thing. At the end, she said: "I love my body b/c it's strong and healthy and because God gave it to me as his gift." And then she smiled shyly. "And because it's beautiful." Take that, peer pressure!!!