This post/letter passed in front of my eyes this morning. It kind of knocked the wind out of me. I have a collection of images in my memory that mirror this author's in their clarity, message, and impact. When I was 14 or so I was rooting around in the fridge and my mom came up behind me and said with a distinct sigh, "oh, I'm sorry, I guess you got my hips..." It was no secret to me that my mom had body image issues. It just hadn't occurred to me until that moment that I was going to/supposed to share them. What she felt like she should but could not fix in herself she had hoped she could fix in me -- and it that moment she admitted to both of us that she could not.
So... a 14 year old girl lives in my house with me. And I am going to be very mindful of what I say about both of us.
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