My oldest baby turned seven today. The best day of my life. The day I became a mother and my world was changed for the better instantly.
I love her even more now. With each passing year it is not lost on me how grateful I am to be her mom. She was a gift from God in a very horrific time in my life.
I love her so much it sometimes hurts.
Megan’s birthday got me thinking about being seven. I remember being seven because it was the first year I was put on a diet.
I remember my seven year check-up and the doctor telling my mom she needed to “watch me” because he didn’t want me to get too fat.
Who says that in front of a seven year old? And I wasn’t even fat at the time. Thus started my identity as the fat girl for my whole life. Still, to this day I cannot enter a room without feeling like the fattest person in it.
Can you believe that? So, I have been in a perpetual state of losing and gaining weight for the last 37 years.
Is that not crazy?
Well, this cycle has stopped with me…
I have vowed never to do this to Megan. My body image was messed up my whole life and I refuse to pass that down to her. I am going to live a healthy life to be a model for healthy living for her (really all of my kids). I don’t want her to spend a minute feeing bad about the way she looks. I love her for who she is and I will give her the tools to live a healthy life.
Happy birthday, my sweet Megan Elizabeth. You make the world a better place!