I am not one for spending lots of time on getting ready for the day. I am a pretty simple woman. If I take more than 20 minutes in the morning, shower included, I get flustered with myself. I DO NOT understand my girls’ current obsession with Bath and BodyWorks and their need to have multiple lotions, shower gels, lip gloss…the list goes on.
I know that I am pretty lucky in terms of genetics. I am probably the tallest woman on my side of the family, with a slimmer build. I’ve inherited my mother’s ability to look younger than I really am (or I’m just immature) and for the most part my body works and allows me to do what I want.
But today I caught a sideways glimpse of myself in the mirror and was surprised to find that I didn’t quite like what I saw. I think in my head I have a certain picture of myself and today it looked like a different body was attached to my head. A fall season that saw me work too much, eat poorly and a bad shoulder injury have all contributed to a body that that doesn’t match my inner idea of myself. If I cared enough to step on a scale, I’d probably find that my inner weight and actual weight don’t match up either.
This is an interesting dilemma for a mother of preteen girls. This is where the hard work of parenting comes in and the tricky navigating of body image comes into play. How do I acknowledge that at this exact moment I do not feel great about myself, but that it is more than about weight or appearance? How do I work towards the body I’m more comfortable in without becoming obsessive about food and exercise?
I don’t really have the answers yet. But it probably starts with simply modeling the way I want to live versus the need to change my body.
It also probably starts with removing the huge bag of chocolate that is sitting on my desk.