I was looking for this post the other day, so I could send it to a friend of mine--a beautiful woman who is feeling a little overwhelmed with life, and kids, and marriage, and juggling it all. But I couldn't find it, despite my best efforts. Then, while I was sorting through old posts from three years ago, I stumbled across the piece again. It's still one of my favorites from that summer--I hope it wings its way to my friend, too, and to all the beautiful, amazing women out there who have forgotten what it's like to truly see themselves again.
On Thursday last week I bought T. a new swimsuit. I hadn't intended to buy her one--she has three already (two of them were gifts). But we were in the evil mega store to buy some last-minute supplies for our beach trip. There, on a rack, was a cute skirted swimsuit with printed red cherries on it--perfect for T. and her strawberry-blonde complexion. And it was only $9.99! She didn't even have to try it on--it was a 3T and I knew just by eye-balling it that it would fit. Sure enough, back at home she tried it on, turning this way and that way in front of the mirror. It was made for her, of course. "I look BEAUTIFUL!" she said, "Mama, don't I look cute?" (Except of course, with the way T. pronounces things it came out "I look Boo-ful" and "don't I look coot.")
"You sure do," I told her, thinking about how this was just the beginning of the long relationship T. will have with herself, her mirror, and her body image.