It was my first year of high school, and I had just returned home after a fun day at an outdoor festival with friends. My mom and aunt were waiting in the living room, looking serious, and I felt a wave of confusion wash over me.
They had decided that while I was out, they would clear the kitchen of snacks and treats, suggesting that I should replace two of my daily meals with weight loss shakes that now filled the bottom shelf of our fridge. To show their thoughtfulness, they bought chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla flavors to help me find one I liked. They reassured me that I could still join the family for dinner without the shake.
“See how your belly hangs over your pants a bit? You don’t want to look like that as you grow up. It’s better to take control now, Sarah.”
At that moment, it felt as if I had been struck in the chest. I struggled to breathe and couldn’t find the words to respond. I simply stared at my “big belly” and began to cry.
Two decades later, I remember that conversation vividly. My mom and aunt sat comfortably in their high-backed chairs, while I sat on the loveseat, clutching a fringed throw pillow. I wore a black tank top and my favorite flared jeans, standing at 5’7″ and weighing a size 4.
Prior to that day, I had never felt uncomfortable in my own skin or questioned my self-worth. I had never stood in front of the mirror pinching my skin and causing bruises or experienced hunger pangs that left me weak. That day marked the beginning of my struggles.
Since then, I’ve fought tirelessly to cultivate a healthy sense of self-love. In college, I often starved myself, especially during stressful periods or before family visits. I juggled a full-time physical job while taking 16-18 credits each term, working out daily. My meals consisted of vegetable soup or an energy bar, and I would often pick at my food or rearrange it on my plate during lunch with friends.
There were times in class when I felt lightheaded, struggling to focus on the lectures. At work, I sometimes had to eat just to stave off debilitating hunger. When I returned home, I would hear things like, “You’re so skinny!” and “You look fantastic!” followed by the obligatory, “Don’t get too skinny now! Make sure you eat.” Ironically, those comments fueled my choices back then, leading me to admire my visible collarbones and feel attractive, powerful, and deserving of love.
Now, reflecting on that period brings me to tears. While I cherish the moments I had with wonderful friends, there is an overwhelming sense of hurt and anger. Despite my struggles, no one seemed to notice, and the people I loved most appeared pleased with my condition.
Now in my 30s, I wrestle with chronic anxiety and a severe case of body dysmorphia. After three pregnancies in five years, I loved being a mother but loathed seeing photos of myself postpartum. I opted for the baggiest clothes, avoided cameras, and shunned swimming pools. Visits from family filled me with dread as I sensed their judgment.
Even with therapy and support, I find it challenging to escape these demons. The seed of insecurity was sown that day when I was a vibrant, carefree teenager told she was “getting too fat” and needed to forego nourishing her body for quick-fix weight loss shakes.
This is how you can unintentionally harm your children.
Yes, there are numerous ways to emotionally scar our kids. All parents fall short at times, and I’m no exception. Some days, I lose my temper. But conversations centered around body size and shape? Those that equate “fat” with shame and fear? When we project our own issues regarding body image onto our children? These discussions don’t just leave a temporary sting; they can have lasting effects on mental, emotional, and physical health, distorting how we view ourselves and how we allow the world to perceive us.
It infuriates me that I didn’t recognize the need to be angry back then, but now I am furious. I would never approach my children in the same manner. I’m frustrated by the amount of my life I’ve forfeited to these damaging thoughts. Even though I know better now, I continue to confront these inner battles.
So please, don’t let your child feel inferior—less deserving of love or beauty—because their body doesn’t align with your standards. Avoid framing conversations around health and nutrition solely through the lens of weight loss. Trust me, it matters.
I know I’m not alone in this experience; many share similar stories. If we understand better, we can do better.
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Summary
The author’s personal experience highlights the detrimental impact of body image discussions on children. A conversation about weight and appearance led to long-lasting struggles with self-esteem, eating disorders, and body dysmorphia. The author urges parents to avoid critical judgments about their children’s bodies and to foster a healthier dialogue about self-worth and nutrition.