I’ve read the books that claim that a father-figure is more important in the development of self-worth for a daughter. I have no doubt that it’s true – I can still remember the things my dad did well and not well. If only he’d uttered “a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips” about french fries and not pancakes, I’d still be a size six. I totally know he was joking, but to this day I won’t touch a pancake.
But I don’t think it’s just dads that have a role to play in self-worth building. And here I am, just sitting around waiting to impress my daughter. As I get dressed in the morning, she sees me sighing. She sees me – unattractively, I might add – grab at my sagging belly, stuff deflated breasts into a pulley system, pull on the skin under my eyes. Yeah, she’s six months old – but she sees it now and she’ll continue to see it. And that is something I do not want.
Amanda King writes, “I want them to become women who remember me modeling impossible beauty.” Of course, I want beauty to originate from the inside, blah blah blah. We all want that — but I want my daughter to delight in the beauty of her earthly body. Her arms and legs, her smile, her nose that crinkles when she laughs. We have bodies – and our bodies are beautiful.