Letters to my Daughter - Comfort
Dec 19, 2019
To My Daughter,
I want to be comfortable in my own skin, to show you that you can also be comfortable in your own skin.
I want to be at peace with my body, with all of its flaws. I am at peace with the mommy pouch that made it possible for me to become a mother. I want to only use positive words about my face and my body, whether you are with me, or at school. I want you to know that I am comfortable in my own skin, to the point that it seems a little odd to hear that someone else is not. I am proud of the fact that you had to ask me what the word “fat” meant when learning sight words. You hadn’t heard it yet, and didn’t quite understand it’s meaning. Though you don’t know how life shattering that word has been to many women, I know that our society will open your eyes to deemed perfection at some point. So I want to make sure you have a strong foundation to pull from.
I want you to know that you have a strong body that can accomplish many things. I want to make sure that you are active, and that I show you how to properly care for your body because you honor it as a gift. I want to show you that I am comfortable with my athletic frame, so that you will be comfortable with the frame of your body as well.
I want you to know that I cherish every scar on my body, because I know that you too will have scars. I want to tell you the story of my scars. I want to tell you about jumping over a tractor blade and gashing my knee open one summer evening. I want to tell you that jumping rope and running at the same time may lead to a scar on your knee just like mommy’s. I want to tell you the story of how I got the scar that transverses my entire face. I want to tell you that story, but I don’t even know it. I want to show you that I am comfortable not knowing how that scar got there, because I want you to know that we won’t always remember the trials that gave us the scars. At the moment, it may seem unbearable, but with time that pain fades.
I want to tell you about the stretch marks on my tummy, and how those came from being pregnant with you, so that you know that stretch marks are sometimes a part of the story. I want to tell you the story of the stretch marks on my legs, and how those came from losing weight due to an illness, so that you know that even stretch marks in odd places can be a part of the story. I want to prepare you for imperfect instead of preparing you for perfect. Perfect is not real, and is a harsh standard to set.
I want you to see me being comfortable with all of these things, so that you can see that there is comfort in the story of your imperfections.
We are all imperfect, and that is more than okay. Actually it can be quite comfortable.
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