I have never been modest about changing clothes in front of Little K. I guess because I want him to understand what an
female body looks like. Some day he will
have a wife who might be insecure about her body, and I would like for him to
have seen more than just the media’s warped and edited version of women. I want him to be able to tell her that he
finds her perfectly normal body absolutely perfect. Click here
for a more eloquently written article on the subject.
As I was getting into the shower the other day, I heard giggles from Little K.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“That looks like a face!”
“Well, that right there looks like a mouth, your belly button looks like a nose, and those two things right there? Those look like eyes!”
“Oh!” I said, laughing.
“AAAAAGH! It’s staring at me!”
And then he ran away. After I looked at my mushy body in the mirror, I realized he was right. My belly button is completely consumed by chub, and my lower stomach is so stretched out and saggy that I look like I have a happy face on my torso at all times. I suppose it could be worse.
I’ve rendered an artistic drawing, complete with pink stretch marks. Because I have no shame.
Tonight after dinner, Little K looked at me and said, “Mom your stomach looks a yittle bit fat.” I chose not to outwardly react to his statement. Because the truth is, I am a little bit fat – but I want to teach him that bodies don’t define a person. He is just being an honest little boy who meant absolutely no malice by the comment – but my feelings were hurt nonetheless. While I want to teach him not to feel ashamed of his body or to make anyone else feel ashamed of their body, I am absolutely embarrassed of the way I look. So I said nothing. Mr. B gave him a stern talking to, and explained how rude it was to say such a thing. Little K then told me, “I only said it was a YITTLE bit fat, mom.”
*Little K can say his Ls, but he still says “yittle” – I’m not going to correct him because it’s adorable and I don’t have to.*
There is no point to this post except that kids can be assholes. But I’ve been needing a little kick in the gumption to get back to the gym – so, I guess, thanks?
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