I shared this with a friend just this morning, and I'll share it again here too , if you don't mind
I read something on Facebook over the the weekend - a post from a mother witnessing her daughter (age indeterminate but irrelevant) expressing hate and /or self loathing over her body. It was a staged/Dove commercial type of thing, but anyways....
The mother was absolutely devastated that the daughter she "created" and gave birth to was unhappy with herself, that self that the mother gave to her. And I just about died. It broke my heart. It also reminded me of when I blithely informed my mother when I was about 32 that I didn't know if I even wanted children. And she was devastated. I didnt' get it - until many years later . But this was kind of the same thing - rejecting that which your mother gave you. I have made it my life's mission to NEVER discuss nor think aloud about myself in front of my daughter (or my husband, who hates that kind of talk too) but overnight , but because of this on-line post, I vowed never to disrespect my mother like that again. Sure, she isn't at "fault" for me eating crackers and nuts and drinking wine, but she gave me the gift of this body, and I cannot hate it. How could we do that? I won't.