I am someone beautiful to my daughter.

I want nothing more then my daughter to grow up healthy, both physically and mentally.  I want my daughter to have a positive body image about her self, I want her to love herself, and I know that comes from what she sees and hears around her.

Problem is I have huge issues with my body, and I'm the last person I like.  Hypocrite? Maybe, or maybe I just want more for my daughter then what I have.  It's a hard life not liking who is looking back at you in the mirror , it's stressful clothes shopping and upsetting when you leave a store with nothing more then wet tissues from crying in the dressing rooms.

So here I stand needing to teach my daughter about self love and acceptance when I have none for myself.

I don't work on Fridays, and have found that they are the BEST days to run errands because the stores aren't packed with people.  Being in need for a dress for an up coming celebration, I hit a few clothing stores.  Stevi and I were in a nice big dressing room while I tried on dress after dress, trying not to make faces at myself or make that "OH MY GOD" noise.

As I would stared at myself in the mirror, Stevi would add her comments... "Wow, that dress makes you looking so Beautiful" "That color is pretty on you mama" "WOW that is so fancy, buy that one".

I left with a dress and a tear in my eye, not because I hated who I saw in the mirror, but because I am someone beautiful to my daughter.