What I wanted most was to give girls what I never got myself
IT was a typical scene — one I had witnessed dozens of times as owner of a women’s clothing boutique. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe how fat I look in this dress. I’m embarrassed to even look at myself in the mirror. Why can’t I get my act together and lose weight so I can finally look good?”
Another day; another woman feeling uncomfortable in her body.
These types of remarks always upset me, but I’d usually just think, it is what it is, society isn’t changing.
This time, however, was different. Her body-bashing remark hit me hard. Perhaps because I was once just like her: As a teenager, I struggled with an eating disorder. Perhaps because I am a mother of a daughter myself. What is wrong with us, I thought, that we can’t appreciate the natural size, shape, and structure of our bodies?
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