Somewhere around the age of 8, I started to feel like I wasn’t measuring up. It wasn’t a dramatic awakening or a sudden revelation; rather, it unfolded gradually, like a series of small waves building up until I was submerged in a sea of self-doubt that I would battle for years to come.
It began with that scale outside the health store at the mall, which, for just a quarter, could reveal everything from body fat percentage to bone mass. The one detail that lodged itself in my mind was that I was “9 pounds overweight.”
Then there was my mother, who had always been slender and was adamant about staying that way. I would accompany her to the gym, clad in my star-spangled leotard and legwarmers, as she embraced the aerobics frenzy of the ’80s. At home, we exercised to “Sweatin’ to the Oldies” with Richard Simmons, his infectious enthusiasm making us bounce around daily. The accompanying Deal-A-Meal diet plan was something my mom let me join in on, further reinforcing our focus on fitness.
In hindsight, I know she meant well, trying to instill a love for healthy living and proper nutrition to ensure I wouldn’t face the ridicule that could come with being overweight. She had seen her own mother struggle with weight issues and wanted to spare me from that heartache.
Yet, as I navigated my teenage years, I was bombarded with images of models like Kate Moss, whose waif-like figures and sharp angles danced across glossy magazine pages. I was never petite; I was built sturdier (thanks, Dad!). My perception of beauty was distorted, and it left me feeling inadequate with my round cheeks and curvy figure.
Maintaining impossible standards can be draining. I’ve been doing it since I was 8 years old. Now, as the mother of four boys, I frequently get asked if I’m disappointed about not having a daughter. Honestly? Absolutely not.
While there are moments I wish I could share girly experiences with a daughter, having sons brings a sense of relief. I thought I could sidestep the body image issues that plagued me growing up. After all, boys don’t seem to face the same societal pressures, right?
That belief was shattered last week when my 8-year-old son came home in tears. He’s tall and solidly built—not overweight by any means—but certainly bigger than most of his friends. While playing, one of them jokingly said, “You’re fat,” which snowballed into teasing and left my son sobbing in my lap.
“But honey, that’s not true,” I whispered, unsure if I was saying the right thing. “You’re strong and healthy.” He looked up at me with tear-filled eyes, tugging at the skin on his stomach. “This?” he asked, voice shaking. “Is fat.”
In that moment, my heart broke into a million pieces. The realization hit me hard: My son wasn’t exempt from the burdens of body image. He was grappling with the same insecurities that had suffocated me and my mother before me.
I replayed in my mind all the times I had lamented my weight or made jokes about my own body. Had I passed my struggles onto him? I had assumed my sons were immune to these pressures, that they could exist freely without the weight of societal expectations.
I’ve always allowed my sons to poke at my squishy belly and answer their questions about why my body jiggles, hoping to teach them not to impose unrealistic standards on future partners. But I never considered the importance of teaching them to love their own bodies. I didn’t realize it was necessary for boys, too.
In typical fashion, I’d love to wrap this up with some neat advice or a lesson learned, but how can I impart wisdom I’m still grappling with? One thing is certain: Conversations about body image and self-acceptance are absolutely not exclusive to girls. Boys need to hear them just as much.
So don’t just focus on your daughters; remember, your sons are paying attention too.
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Summary
The author reflects on her experiences with body image issues that began in childhood and how they have affected her as a parent to sons. After a painful moment when her son faced teasing about his body, she realized boys are also vulnerable to societal pressures about appearance. This led to a newfound understanding that conversations about body acceptance are essential for everyone, regardless of gender.