Last night I spent the evening sitting outside on my mom's porch chattin' away to the sounds of crickets.
She told me the story of when she was in shopping at a store and passed a little girl and her mom trying on clothes. The little girl, around the sweet age of five, pulled gently on her mothers shirt and whispered,
"Mommy, am I fat?"
The mom got down on her knees, eye level with her little daughter and said firmly,
"NO! You are perfect."
I could have bawled my friggin eyes out when I heard this story. Grab yer ark cause the Flood part 2 is hittin...
UGH It hit me that if I could have one wish...I would wish that all the stigma around image would be GONE. DONE WITH. Never heard of again. There would not be an emphasis on what your body looked like. The beauty industry would be composed of DOVE and Burt's Bees. Good enough for me!
Models and runways would be done away with. Magazines...we would dance around them in a large bonfire...No more commercials using tiny stick women to sell every day products...like friggin shampoo...really people..I just want my Suave..I don't want to see some play boy showing me how grand it is...I can try it out for myself, thanks.
Also...no more Victoria Secret models. Those commercials make me want to punch babies.
I wish I could take the advice that mommy gave to her sweet little girl, put it in a present and wrap it up with a pink frilly bow. I would give it to each and every woman and girl and just watch their faces as they opened it and allowed the truth to truly soak into their hearts. I wish I could convince their little inner girl..that they too, are perfect just as God made them.
And I wish that I could tell the media...TO BEAT IT. (I will keep it pg...:)
