My seven-year-old son just started taking notice of how people come in different sizes and shapes. He talks to his Daddy about how to get “big” muscles and pretends to do push ups. And, just the other day, as I innocently sat on the couch wearing a pair of shorts, he pushed at the flab under my thighs and said with enthusiasm, “Wow, Mom! Look at how big this is! Wow! You’re sooo huge! Good job, Mom.”
Not exactly, son. Not exactly.
I tried not to over-react. Part of me wanted to yell at him, “That is NOT a compliment for a girl!” But, since I just published a book on body image, I’m supposed to be as neutral as Switzerland when it comes to body shapes and sizes. I must teach my children that people come in a variety of packages and we love and treat them all, just the same.