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What do we do with a 9 year old who will only wear tights, rather than socks, because of her “fat legs”?
We know that my default tone is self deprecation. I routinely refer to the frizzy hair, the short fat legs, the general incompetence. On the other hand, when it comes to the little ones, I’m knocking them down with positive comments about their achievements; I praise their ability to try, to keep going, to learn, to share, to be kind, to be polite, to have fun, to make the best of things. I’ll talk about an outfit they’re happy to have put together, or how good they’ve got at doing hair. I regularly tell them how wonderful, kind, smart and beautiful they are.
Turns out, I’ve been modelling something else entirely. That smart cookie has decided to opt for how I treat myself as the one to follow. She believes what I do, not what I say, dammit.
How do I make my darling, beautiful, kind, empathetic, sensitive, not fat daughter believe in herself?
I will, I’ll try to stop pointing out my flaws before I get found out. Surely it’s not too late to overcome a lifetime of being critical of my own thighs?
I’ll try to find black wooly school tights in April, if that’s what she’s comfortable in.
How do we get her comfortable in her own skin, and maybe even in socks?
How does it happen that an active, healthy, 9 year old is worried about being fat?