Sometimes, as a mother, you stumble upon your kids in their “real world” aka what they’re like when they’re not with you, and you realize what you’ve done, who you have really raised, and it amazes you. Hopefully in a good way. My daughter amazes me in a good way. Who is this phenomenal young woman and where did she come from? Me? Really?
Yes, really. And people who know me, in my “real world” aka what I’m like when I’m not with my kids (and apparently when I am), will probably say, “oh definitely! We see where she gets it.” But me, in the world inside my head, aka where I wonder if I’m doing everything right, I’m always astounded that I managed to pull anything off, let alone raising two kids to successful adulthood. Successful… hey, they’re alive, and they’re good people. So, yeah.
I found one of my daughter’s rants on Tumblr the other day. She blogs on Tumblr. Mostly typical college stuff. But this one was a rant against Pro-Ana (pro-anorexia) sites. She talked about how important it is to nourish your body and maintain a healthy weight and what really happens when you starve yourself. Apparently, one of her old friends has become severely weight-conscious to the point of subscribing to a “pro-ana” lifestyle, and my daughter was concerned.
And yes, “pro-ana” is a thing. There are blogs and websites dedicated to anorexia as if it is a good thing. As if the rest of us shouldn’t be so damn fat. Shame on us. And fat is bad, too. I celebrate my curves as much as the next curvy girl, but the fact is that my doctor put me on high blood pressure meds and it has me worried. Now I don’t just really really want to lose a few pounds, I have to lose pounds. Obesity is epidemic. It costs everyone. But… anorexia isn’t the answer. Obviously. Most of know this. But some of us take it too far. And my daughter’s age group (she turns 19 in a few weeks) is susceptible to the messages sent by the media and super skinny models and stars.
A recent Pro-Ana rant was about model Kate Upton. Sports Illustrated Cover Model Kate Upton. And how fat she is. Really?
I’m glad my daughter gets it. She knows she’s more than a number on a scale or how she looks in a bikini. I’m not sure how she has come across this wonderful appreciation for who she is as a woman, but I like to think some of it comes from me. Cheers to phenomenal women everywhere! Stay healthy.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman