Showing posts with label courage. Show all posts
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Birthday suit: My daughter's body image

My eldest turned eight years old! Happy Birthday to my sweet girl! Sabrina is the bright ray of sunlight that made me a mother and enveloped me in her noble and compassionate love ♥ 01.08.12  I love you baby girl!

We had a fabulous birthday celebration for Sabrina (I'll post a separate one of the party).  We started the special weekend on Saturday and it went on into Sunday (the actual day).

We had another picnic by the shore.  She simply loves being this close to nature.  We invited some close friends to come along, my dear friend and her two boys.

Sabrina confessed to us recently that she has a 'crush' on my friend's older son, Maximo.  We also later found out that, well, Maximo has a 'crush' on Sabrina as well.  You can imagine all the 'puppy love' happening when they get together.  A very subtle and pal-like 'crush' is what they display.

Sabrina was all excited about the fact that I'd let her wear her bathing suit this time for her to play IN the water.  Unlike the last time.

Earlier that day, Sabrina confided in her father with a dilemma she was facing.

*As interpreted by my 'darling husband'

S: "Daddy, I need to tell you something."

DH: "Okay, sure, tell me."

S: "I kind of think that I shouldn't wear my bathing suit to the picnic today."

DH: "Why, honey?"

S: "Because I don't want Maximo to see me in it."

DH: "Oh, no, don't be silly.  Why?"

S: "Daddy, because I have a NICE body and I don't want Maximo to like me for my body."

*DH was trying to keep himself from bursting into laughter at this point* 


DH: "Sabrina, I don't think he's going to look at you in THAT way.  You have nothing to worry about."

S: "Really, Daddy? Okay, then I'll wear it."

When DH approached me about this dilemma, I was expecting quite the opposite reaction from Sabrina because had that been an 8 year old ME, I would have totally had a HUGE complex about my body.  Because I DID when I was her age.  I was self-conscious, shy, worried and simply hated the idea of even putting a bathing suit on.

Me. Age 11-It took me 3 scoops of courage to step out and get photographed here.

My body image complexes continued on into my early twenties.  I was obsessed with 'looking' skinny and wearing a tiny clothing size and simply had no interest in accepting my body as it was.  I hadn't realized that my body was indeed perfect in every way because I lived in it.  

Me. Age 11.  I didn't love my body.  

My daughter has arrived at a place that took me much longer to realize.  She loves her body.  She accepts herself as she IS.  She's aware that her body has power and beauty.  She 'knows' that her opposite sex will possibly 'see' these things in her as well.  I'm happy that she's aware of this fact.  She's not shy and doesn't put herself down.  My Sabrina simply enjoys the fact that she loves her body.  Period.  I.  love.  this. 

I could have definitely learned a thing or two from my daughter when I was younger.  She's taught me so much in eight years.  The best lesson has been to allow myself to BE who I AM no matter what.  She IS this.  She LIVES it and SHARES it with the world.   

Sabrina enjoyed her picnic.

She played in the water.

She wore her bathing suit.

Most of all, she loved herself in her suit and the fact that she didn't mind Maximo seeing her in it as well.  

Sabrina tossing a rock in her suit.  Maximo is the one picking one up and his brother, Joaquin is considering another rock to throw.  Simple fun at a picnic by the shore.  



Confidence is looking at you... 



2011: I reflect

The end of this year is quickly approaching (22 days to be exact.)  Once again, I find myself remembering the moments and episodes in my life that have made an impact during this year.

2011 represents a powerful year so far.

For me, the number eleven stands like two pillars of strength, hope, determination and great accomplishments.  A year of incredible gifts and love...

Of all the changes that have evolved within me, the most powerful one of was 'voicing' my silence of sexual abuse.  This one act took courage and my need to begin my healing journey.  Interestingly, several months before this life changing moment took place, I discovered my voice as a writer through drafting my first novel as my Master's Thesis.  Soon there after, I was published on Babble.  Ecstatic cannot describe the feeling.  

I continue to reflect.

I reflect on the moments I was too hard on myself or the moments I needed to push a little harder to rise up to the next step or the times I felt that I could no longer cope with certain inalienable truths.

I reflect on the simple pleasures I experienced alongside my loving husband, curled up next to him on the couch watching a film or making dirty martini's in our kitchen, barefoot, half dressed and listening to The Rolling Stones.  Mundane and momentous moments...

I reflect on my incredible daughters and the lessons they have taught me.  The way they love me, treasure me and 'see' me for what I am and not for what has ever 'happened' to me.  They reward me with comments like, 'Mommy, it's okay to make mistakes' (Luna-6) or 'Mommy, you're the best even if you think you are not...' (Sabrina-7) and 'Mommy, I 'lub' you 'sho' much!' (Kalina-3)

I reflect on the moments that counted as my moments of arrival and growth.  Much growth has germinated within me.

This year has brought forth a different me.  A 'me' I never knew could live in this skin.  This has been the year I stopped shrinking.

For once, I've doubted less and less and I've embraced more each time.  

I started sprouting and growing and becoming braver and compassionate.  I am garnished in love and awareness for the mundane.

I like the 'her' I see.  Actually, I love 'her.'  This 'me' that bewilders and amazes my senses is the person I've been trying to understand and have allowed her to finally blossom.

I've arrived.

There was a time when all I could see was mud all around me.  No water.  No clarity.  No renewal.  

But I now know this...

Where there is mud there is water and the water that I have discovered and cleansed the mud away with has restored and nurtured what I thought was missing forever.

My 'self.'

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