A {very} honest chat about body image
Can we cut the crap and just admit this one feels impossible? (And also, there's hope.)
This week my fourteen-year-old had a field trip to a water park. On the way home after the field trip I asked him, “Did any girls choose not to go?” He gave me a strange look, submitted an answer and then inquired, “Why do you ask?” I rattled off something like, “I was just wondering,” but the truth is his field trip transported me back to my own middle school experiences. I would not have gone on that field trip because I hated how I looked in a bathing suit.
I wish I could say I got over that self-loathing; that it’s a distant memory; that it’s something from which Jesus has rescued me. But I can’t. At 42 years old, I hate my body as much as ever. But I’m not giving up on the hope for change. Come on in and have a seat at my virtual kitchen table. Let’s have an honest conversation about body image