This was the best gift I could ever give her and I decided from that point on, I would love myself, bubble butt, saggy boobs, muffin top belly and all. And for the first time in my life I meant it, thanks to my four year old daughter.
Friday, October 11, 2013
Mama, do you like your butt?
Mama, do you like your butt? My daughter asked me last night.
Not a question I expected after reading her a Curious George bedtime story. Where in the hell did this question come from?
Honestly, I had not thought about in a while. Did I like my butt? Well, I thought a lot about how big it had grown and how I wished it would fit in a pair of normal jeans, or how I wished it wouldn't hang out when I bent over. I tried for years to make it smaller, but of course, since having kids, I decided to give up.
But she asked me about now, at that moment, did I like my butt?
Then it dawned on me. “Yes, Charly I do like my butt.”
“Why do you like your butt Mama?”
Good question, why did I like my butt? Hmmmm…
“Well Charly, I like it because it’s mine, it’s a part of me and I like me.”
“But why do you like IT?” she persisted. I was in trouble; she wasn't falling for superficial answers. I had to be honest.
Then “Baby Got Back” started playing over and over in my head.
“Because it’s round and juicy, like a bubble”, I blurted out.
“Mama, you are silly, what does that mean.”
I thought about it again. Yes, my booty was round and juicy and would make Kim Kardashian's derriere look like a Pancake Butt. But I did like it. Yes, matter of fact I loved it!
“Charly, I like it because it doesn't look like anyone else’s butt. It’s not perfect and it barely fits in a pair of pants, but I love the way it feels like a cushion when I sit. It is very strong, it helps me lift you guys up and if I fall it helps protect my bones.”
Little did she know, that her Mama, almost age 40 was finally learning to love the goods God gave her. I was far from perfect and why in the world would I want to be? Just because it was what society pumped into our heads from the time we were born as little girls?
No, I was a real woman and my daughter needed to see that being a real woman was something to be proud of, something to love. I wanted to give my daughter a chance. I knew I couldn't protect her from what she saw in the media and heard from friends, but I wanted to be a role model for her. I wanted to be her base. I wanted her to see a healthy and happy person who loves herself, flaws and everything. I wanted her to be proud of her junk in the trunk!
"I like your butt too Mama, it's soft and snuggle-buggle."
Tears in my eyes, I hugged my baby girl. "Charly, you are so right! Mama's got back!"