19/02/2026
On the days where that mean girl voice is just a bit louder, I try to imagine myself through my kids eyes. Through their eyes they see a kind, caring, safe person who loves unconditionally. Some days I just need that little reminder.
Im really trying to accept my body not just for myself but for my kids to see a mother who is secure enough in her own body and who practices self love. My hope is that my kids will grow up to understand that women’s body’s are not objects, that their OWN bodies aren’t objects, that having this ideal body won’t make them happy because well-being can only come from within no matter how we look.
We’ve been at war with our bodies for a long time now, I think it’s time for us to support each other more, to have the courage to speak out, have opened conversations so we can then heal and have a different experience around body Image. And in hopes our children might not have to spend 15 years of their lives hating their body like most of us have.
Ask yourself how you want to feel about yourself, instead of how you want to look. And on those bad days try to see yourself through your loved ones eyes. Because through their eyes is the real you, loving, kind and whole.
We often accept our loved ones flaws and see them through colour lenses but we are also worthy to see ourselves through those same lenses... ALWAYS💖
