I am the mother of a daughter. I am not perfect. I am not always a role model.
We were shopping last week and I found myself thinking, “Don’t let yourself get fat. Don’t be like me. Start making better choices than I did NOW!”
What kind of a mother does that? Thinks that? Almost says that? This kind.
The kind who has let herself go.
The kind who never thought she’d be THAT mother who won’t buy clothes for herself.
The kind who doesn’t want to be in pictures.
The kind who hates to look in the mirror.
The kind who abuses herself and would never talk to another person the way she talks to herself.
The kind who is embarrassed to be seen in public.
The kind who is sometimes jealous about how her daughter is so beautiful and so confident.
The kind who wants to do better.
The kind who now knows that change HAS to happen.
The kind who wants to be a better role model.
The kind who wants to get her groove back.
The kind who wants to put herself back in the pictures.
That’s me. That’s the kind of mother I want to be… I WILL be.
Promise.