Tell your daughters how you love your body. Tell them how they must love theirs.
Tell them to be proud of every bit of themselves – from their tiger stripes to the soft flesh of their thighs, whether there is a little of them or a lot, whether their curves are plentiful or slim, whether their hair is thick, curly, straight, long or short.
Tell them how they inherited their ancestors’ souls in their smiles, that their eyes carry countries that breathed life into history, that the swing of their hips does not determine their destiny.
Tell them never ever to listen when bodies are critiqued. Tell them every woman’s body is beautiful because so is every woman’s soul. (Nikita Gill)
Today I’m grateful for this body. I have put it through a tremendous amount in the past five years and yet it has carried me successfully at every turn. I love my body now more than I ever knew I could. From tiger stripes to popped belly button. These new traits are not flaws, but a story of creating and sustaining lives.
