I wrote this whole post on ‘weight’ and realized I have a huge problem writing about weight.

When I was on this mailing list a million years ago, the women spoke of eating disorders and I listened very closely because I didn’t want my daughters to have that problem.
One of the many things they told me was to not obsess about your weight in front of your children. Don’t let your weight run your life in front of your children.

This has been pretty easy. Even when I did diet, I didn’t let it effect the girls…all they heard was ‘mommy is getting healthier.’

My kids have a normal outlook on what they look like, what they eat and what people say about them. This weekend Kara overhead a woman saying she looked anorexic. She laughed at the lady and made some stupid Kara comment. Later she did ask what size I was when I was her age. I tried to explain that I was 5’7 when I was her age. I don’t think she understood the whole concept. She’s in 7th grade and 13 years old and a size 0. I was in 7th grade and 13 years old and a size 7. She now thinks that there might be something wrong. It doesn’t matter how much I tried to protect her from a bad body image, some woman walking past her at a street faire has her questioning herself.

This question keeps popping into my head, “When do you feel most beautiful?” I keep asking myself this question without putting my weight as a factor. When do I REALLY feel beautiful?

How about you? When do YOU feel truly beautiful?