I worry about her more than my other children. She's built differently than her siblings. She's sturdier than they. She has a heart that is easily bruised.
She is still a little girl, on the cusp of learning about being a woman. It hurts my heart for her most times. She's beautiful, inside and out, but she doesn't believe it. She frets about weight and she is only 8 years old. I hate that.
She asked me about my stretch marks. I answered honestly. They are there because of weight gain.
Is it because we're chubby Mom?
WE'RE chubby? I asked her why she thought she was chubby. She didn't have an answer. She's not chubby. Her mom is overweight and I see how that affects my beautiful girl.
I hate that. Because. Look at her. She's gorgeous!