I was juggling plastic bags filled with sandwiches, apple slices, and bottles of juice while trying to unzip my backpack to retrieve my wallet. My son, running in circles around me, tugged at the hem of my dress with every pass. My partner, Mark, was wrestling with our energetic toddler, who was determined to swipe Mark’s hat off his head. I finally ushered my family to the car to buckle up for our day at the beach. As I fished out my credit card, I made eye contact with the cashier, and that’s when it happened.
“Looks like you’ve got another little one on the way, huh?”
I froze, a wave of discomfort washing over me as I felt a knot of anxiety forming in my stomach. Clenching the bags tightly, I managed to reply, “Excuse me?”
“You’re expecting, right?”
My incredulous expression must have conveyed the message that I was not pregnant. The cashier’s face turned crimson as she began to stammer apologies while I hastily stuffed unnecessary condiments, straws, and stir sticks into a bag to mask my embarrassment. Flustered and worried about holding up the line, I mumbled, “I’m sorry you said that too.”
In my haste to leave, I overlooked the napkins. I climbed into the front seat, staring blankly ahead. After buckling up, I leaned over and whispered to Mark what had just transpired.
Was it the dress? I had just purchased it and felt great in it.
Was it my still slightly rounded belly that had once nurtured my children?
Or perhaps the cashier simply didn’t understand the boundaries of small talk?
I rolled down the window, allowing the warm breeze to envelop us. Looking back at my kids, blissfully munching on their lunch, I recognized how easy it would be to fall into a funk. It would be simple to feel self-conscious, question my body, tally my workouts for the month, or even consider a crash diet. Instead, I made the more challenging choice: I decided to embrace positivity and move on with my day.
I refuse to let your inappropriate comments dictate how I feel about myself or my time with my family.
Upon arriving at the beach, I engaged wholeheartedly with my kids. We built an impressive moat and sandcastle, swam joyfully in the ocean, and at one point, a woman approached me to ask where I found my swimsuit because she adored it. So here I am, navigating both joy and hurt, but choosing to move forward. This moment is a step—difficult and awkward, yet pivotal in my journey towards body acceptance. In the past, such a comment would have plunged me into a spiral of self-criticism. Today, I chose to rise above.
Conversations About My Body
Conversations about my body are not appropriate small talk.
Instead of commenting on my appearance, feel free to ask about my kids, what I’m currently reading, or my upcoming vacation plans. Let’s discuss what I love about summer, my weekend plans, or my hobbies. Please refrain from using my body as a conversation starter. Embracing body acceptance and self-love is a complicated journey, and I certainly don’t need your unsolicited commentary.
The road to self-love is lengthy and filled with obstacles. Your journey to body confidence might begin with simply wearing your swimsuit. However, it’s crucial to recognize that it encompasses much more than that. Yes, wearing a swimsuit is a vital step, but it’s just one of many hurdles you’ll face on your path to body love. You will encounter hurtful remarks and find yourself making tough choices about how to move forward.
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In summary, my body is not an open topic for discussion, and it’s essential to shift the conversation to more meaningful subjects. Every step toward body positivity matters, and it’s vital to embrace the journey, no matter how challenging it may seem.