so it begins

I've struggled with body image for, well, a very long time. Probably since I was 10 or so and started to get breasts. (yes, I was an early bloomer.) I try to take care of my body and just find positive aspects and highlight those. For instance, I feel like I have decent legs. So, when I get dressed in the morning, instead of focusing on my mummy tummy, I focus on how good my legs look in those shorts.

Anyway, you can see that its a daily thing that I struggle with.

I never realized how young something like this takes root. Its way too young, in my opinion.

I went into preschool to pick up O today. O's teacher said that O had a bit of a hard day. Apparently, she broke down crying, saying that she didn't want to be the shortest anymore and "why do I have to be the smallest?"

Thankfully, O has a wonderful, wonderful teacher, who is also quite petite. She told O "do you want to know a secret? I'm the smallest teacher here."

I'm hoping that her teacher got through to her, and all of our loving messages of praise and affirmation seep in.

But, I still don't think I'm ready for this...