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How to talk to your daughter about her body, step one: don’t talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach her how it works. Don’t say anything if she’s lost weight. Don’t say anything if she’s gained weight. If you think your daughter’s body looks amazing, don’t say that. Here are some things you can say instead: “You look so healthy!” is a great one. Or how about, “You’re looking so strong.” “I can see how happy you are – you’re glowing.” Better yet, compliment her on something that has nothing to do with her body. Don’t comment on other women’s bodies either. Nope. Not a single comment, not a nice one or a mean one. Teach her about kindness towards others, but also kindness towards yourself. Don’t you dare talk about how much you hate your body in front of your daughter, or talk about your new diet. In fact, don’t go on a diet in front of your daughter. Buy healthy food. Cook healthy meals. But don’t say “I’m not eating carbs right now.” Your daughter should never think that carbs are evil, because shame over what you eat only leads to shame about yourself. Encourage your daughter to run because it makes her feel less stressed. Encourage your daughter to climb mountains because there is nowhere better to explore your spirituality than the peak of the universe. Encourage your daughter to surf, or rock climb, or mountain bike because it scares her and that’s a good thing sometimes. Help your daughter love soccer or rowing or hockey because sports make her a better leader and a more confident woman. Explain that no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop needing good teamwork. Never make her play a sport she isn’t absolutely in love with. Prove to your daughter that women don’t need men to move their furniture. Teach your daughter how to cook kale. Teach your daughter how to bake chocolate cake made with six sticks of butter. Pass on your own mom’s recipe for Christmas morning coffee cake. Pass on your love of being outside. Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide ribcages. It’s easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don’t. Tell your daughter that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing and she can lift up the world, if she wants. Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul.
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Eat food from farmers markets. Drink good tea each morning. Read books that make you feel. Paint, even if you’re awful. Write, even when you have nothing to say. Sit in the fresh air outside. Go on hikes. Swim in lakes and wade in streams. Sleep as long as you need. Work hard at what you love. Work hard at what you hate. Love unconditionally and wholeheartedly.
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“If you’re not obsessed with your life, change it.” ~ Mia Soarez I read this quote the other day, and at first it made me angry. What about the fucking loneliness that lies beside me in the sheets at night? The fear that rides the subway in the morning with me? The discontentment that sometimes pops out of my drawers at work? But then, I look at my walls in the morning when I wake— fuck I’m obsessed with my Ganesh painting on rice paper from my trip to Bali, and the fresh tulips that sit beside her. The way my yoga mat smells of Bekah’s homemade lavender spray. This beeswax candle burning. The plants I’ve named Spikes and Cheese. The kettle in my kitchen and the bright yellow steel iron frying pan from Ulla. I’m obsessed with all my belongings sparking joy. Thanks Sarita—your Instagram post led me to Salvation Army with about 10 gallons of items that needed to be released. Shaken to the ground. Damn I’m obsessed with that. I’m obsessed with how I only buy the best coffee ’cause who’s got time for anything else? Seriously. I’m obsessed with the lentils I’m bringing for lunch that I cooked with coconut milk and organic vegetable broth. I’m obsessed with how depressed I get, because thank god for the joy that follows. I’m obsessed with tears that release pain when I won’t do it myself. I’m obsessed with this playlist. Right. Now. I’m obsessed with Orly, who taught me to be obsessed. Loneliness, thanks for cuddling me so tight last night to remind me what a good hug and company feels like. And fear, thanks for visiting me on the subway to remind me it’s all a blessing. Thanks discontentment for reminding me to be humble and keep me eyes open for the next joy and opportunity. Cause damn, I won’t forget that I love to wander. And I’m obsessed with that too. This obsession spoons it all. The way you spoon in a tent in the fall once the embers are the only thing left. And fuck, I’m obsessed with that too.
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Be present. Make love. Make tea. Avoid small talk. Embrace conversation. Buy a plant, water it. Make your bed. Make someone else’s bed. Have a smart mouth, and quick wit. Run. Make art. Create. Swim in the ocean. Swim in the rain. Take chances. Ask questions. Make mistakes. Learn. Know your worth. Love fiercely. Forgive quickly. Let go of what doesn’t make you happy. Grow.
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I think there is a certain age, for women, when you become fearless. It may be a different age for every woman, I don’t know. It’s not that you stop fearing things: I’m still afraid of heights, for example. Or rather, of falling — heights aren’t the problem. But you stop fearing life itself. It’s when you become fearless in that way that you decide to live. Perhaps it’s when you come to the realization that the point of life isn’t to be rich, or secure, or even to be loved — to be any of the things that people usually think is the point. The point of life is to live as deeply as possible, to experience fully. And that can be done in so many ways.
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