I’ve always told my daughter, my beautiful, athletic, terrific person of a daughter that I accepted my fatness. I thought that by admitting it to her, she’d see what was lacking in me and make sure she didn’t make the same mistakes. Then one day, when this gorgeous attractive teenager told me she thought she was fat and ugly, I had another one of those brain spirals like I did in 8th grade. This has to be another nightmare.
Tag: Self-Help
Give a Helping Hand
A helping hand or encouraging word. Sounds easy, doesn't it? But I believe this is a difficult lesson to learn and to practice. That's because the ego - that essence of our uniqueness will fight this almost every time, especially if in a work or other competitive situation where being 'right' or 'recognized is considered important. But …
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