By Caitlin Kelly
Because the Internet works like that, I saw this blog post thanks to Aby, my male friend in Bhutan.
It’s must-read material for every girl and woman who worries about her body and whether or not it is thin/shapely/pretty enough.
Don’t you dare talk about how much you hate your body in front of your daughter, or talk about your new diet. In fact, don’t go on a diet in front of your daughter…
Encourage your daughter to run because it makes her feel less stressed. Encourage your daughter to climb mountains because there is nowhere better to explore your spirituality than the peak of the universe.
Encourage your daughter to surf, or rock climb, or mountain bike because it scares her and that’s a good thing sometimes.
Help your daughter love soccer or rowing or hockey because sports make her a better leader and a more confident woman. Explain that no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop needing good teamwork…
Prove to your daughter that women don’t need men to move their furniture…
Pass on your love of being outside.
Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide ribcages.
It’s easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don’t. Tell your daughter that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing and she can lift up the world, if she wants.
Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul.
If you — like me — have no daughter (or kids), I still hope you’ll share this important reminder with all the girls and women in your life, of any age or size, who long to be told how terrific we are as is.
Not just when we’re sufficiently skinny/pretty/media-approved.
Do you know this amazing song, Bad Body Double, by British singer Imogen Heap?
She describes this toxic, life-long body-image insecurity so eloquently:
Say hi there to my bad body double
This is my bad body double trouble
Oh no, my bad body double, mmmhm
I’ve got bad body double trouble, oh.
She’s trouble, alright.
Sometimes I manage to lose her
Shake her at a bar, in the gym for five minutes
It feels so good to be back to my own self again
Can get quite confusing.
We look very similar except she’s got some grays and
A little extra weight on the sides
And dimply thighs,
I hear that stuff’s a bitch to get rid off
(No, no, no, no)
We’re having quite an intimate, personal moment (not now)
Could you maybe come at a slightly less awful time? (not now)
She can see I’ve got someone quite nice here with me
Can’t we just be left alone…
I guess that’s a no then