An Inspired Response

“Mom, I’m Fat:” One Mother’s Inspired Response to Her 7 Year Old

 I read this little article today and it really touched me.  I hope all the sweet little girls I know (myself included), will see what really makes them beautiful.
We should not be afraid to address these issues and share our stories with one another. It helps so much to come together and help each other to overcome the stigmas of modern society.
I still battle the occasional rain cloud above my head that tries to bully the unique and special person that I am. The exquisite childlike curiosity that I've worked so hard to cultivate, cowers in the corner when the blackness of "what if it's true" covers the truth of things. Well what if this huge negative thing (whether it is about being overweight, lazy, selfish, irresponsible, etc.) is true? 
All the negative things that creep into a self-confident mind could be true, but I have a choice- I can approach it however I like! Does it change who I was 5 minutes ago, now that it's been brought to my attention? I'm still me. I do have the power to change things if I want to, but I want it to be for me and what I believe, not for the satisfaction of societal conformity, "correctness", or norms. 
I see the world in shapes, colors, and textures. I delight in good stories. I'm a hunter of cool sounds. I'm a collector of curious things and ideas. Those are some of the things that make me beautiful and radiant. My defense against gloomy rain clouds that wont leave me alone. 

Just some thoughts.

I'm pretty sure that Autumn is my favorite season. When I step outside at dusk, in my charcoal grey zip-hoodie, and the smell of the decaying leaves in the cool air reaches my nose... I have to sigh and whisper a prayer of thanks. The summer is gone and the snow has not yet come.

I'm going through a phase in my life where I feel that, like the turning and falling leaves, I'm changing. It feels like I'm on the brink of something grand, like I'm stepping into a new world, or about to uncover a lost treasure. Perhaps think of it as the moment Alice opened the door to Wonderland, or when Peter takes Wendy's hand and she flies for the first time.

The change comes as I find myself wanting to refine myself, evolve, and become something more exquisite- and yet, something more simplistic. Content and happy, but hungry for that metamorphosis. Content, because I know it is attainable. Confident.

Take a deep breath and open your eyes.