Dear Daughter, Dream BIGGER.

I wouldn't mind having larger breasts. I actually spent a good year of my life considering breast augmentation. I convinced myself it would be a "restorative" procedure since they were RAVAGED by breast feeding three babies. I weighed the pros and cons. While the cons were plentiful, I could only see the PRO, "would have BIGGER BOOBS." Eventually, I let it go. I gradually came to terms with my postpartum body. My mid-thirties self. I decided that it might be ok to take up a little more space in this world- physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I also wrestled with the financial aspect of such a decision; If I could even afford this, SHOULD I? 

Despite my personal convictions, I would still consider my current stance on the matter "fluid." I certainly don't want to judge anyone who has made a different choice. We all have to find the best ways to practice self-care and love ourselves. But I guess I'm a little more passionate about the topic than I realized because when I exited the 7 train this rainy morning and saw this ad, I stopped dead in my tracks. 

Good morning to you, too!

Good morning to you, too!

How dare they place this ad just outside the train I ride- exactly at my eye level -so I am forced to confront it? IT being the model, the ad team who came up with this bulls*#t, my self-worth, my body issues, my identity, my values,  and my Daughter. Oh, NOW you've done it.

See, I am trying to teach my daughter something different about dreams. I want her dreams to transcend the physical realm. Dreams are born in the heart and soul, not the boobs or butt. Dreams are God given, as are these bodies- imperfections and all. We only get one and we must be good to it. 

I got to work and fired off a Facebook rant only to realize it wasn't a rant at all. It was a prayer. It was for Anabel. It was for all of her precious, tweenalicious friends. It was for your daughters and sisters and mothers. It was for the model in the picture just trying to earning a living, but at what cost?  It was for me. And based on the response I got, I'm guessing you too? Look at the photo again. This time imagine yourself in it. Hear these words and know they are for you. 

Pay attention to the things that make you angry.

Pay attention to the things that make you angry.