A wise woman once told me (my Grandma of course), “We are so fragile. Just when you think you have overcome something, it is way too easy for us to slip backwards…”
Somehow she just knew. And she was right.
Just when you think, okay I have got this insecurity thing covered. I own it, it does not own me. Or you think, you know what forget it, size 6 or size 22 I don’t care anymore. I am who I am, and I am proud to be just that. You think you’ve got it. Then bam. You wake up one morning, look in the mirror, do your 360 turn and think “yuck.”
It happens to all of us, and it happens to our daughters, sisters and friends. I’m not sure we can ever stop the “yuck” from coming, but we sure can fight it when it shows up.
To be honest, right as my loving Grandma said those words to me I realized I have been in a funk. I spent years of my life fighting hard at insecurity and poor body image, and I am better. Better but never perfect, and these past few weeks my brain has been focused on all the wrong things…
Thank God for Grandma’s and Daughters. They remind me why we are fighting in the first place. The fight is not for me, the fight is for her. I refuse to let my daughter see me checking out my butt in the mirror. Refuse. For her, I would do anything. For her, I will pray, live and breathe to make our home a place free from insecurity.
Who is your “her?” For whom do you fight to have a better today than we had growing up?