I've always prided myself on raising a strong woman (my daughter) who is an adult. Throughout her childhood though, she watched me struggle with my weight, a sad losing battle until the DS in 2009. Since then, I've been smaller than her by 40 pounds. She is taller than me, with a way better figure, and in no way fat or chubby. But I worry (needlessly?) about the damage to her whenever I find some of her clothes from her school days and I fit into them. I've absconded with belts, jeans, skirts and tops that she has discarded as too small. This summer I have stopped wearing them altogether because of my fear. One, I do not want to be that mother who rubs it in her daughters' face that she is bigger than me. And Two, I know the hurt that can come firsthand from unintentional acts such as these. Self-esteem, even in a secure, well adjusted woman, is fragile. Maybe I worry too much. My daughter is the strongest woman I've ever met. She sees through ******** with laser vision, and suffers no fools. Especially from men. She is a successful scientist, and holds two degrees in microbiology and something else I can't pronounce. She's a smarty pants. And funny as hell.
So my plan is to take her shopping more often, which she can't afford. We once flew to Mall of America when she was 13 and had the time of our lives for the weekend. She's 26, I'm 54. It's time for a repeat, I think.
So my plan is to take her shopping more often, which she can't afford. We once flew to Mall of America when she was 13 and had the time of our lives for the weekend. She's 26, I'm 54. It's time for a repeat, I think.
You've raised a strong woman who no doubt is delighted with your weight loss success and sounds as if she is comfortable in her own skin.
