I got this e-mail a couple of days ago, and have been thinking all weekend about possible answers. This is the heart of why I write this blog: to help girls just like this 14-year-old to stop hating themselves. But how? After agonizing about how to answer this, I thought maybe I’d just post the question, and we can all try to come up with some answers in the comments.
Ms. mo pie,
I know you’re not an advice columnist (or maybe you are?)
But you just seem so confident with your body!
It’s really hard not to judge yourself when the image of beauty is a size 0.
Every where I look the beautiful people are the skinny people! Everyone just..accepts them!
I know I’m talented…but that doesn’t make the girl in the mirror look any better
and everytime my mom tells me I look pretty…I just can’t believe her!
Is this just a “fourteen year old phase”?
What’ll it take for me to love my reflection?
‘Cause everytime I say to myself “You’re beautiful” it feels like a lie…
How do you do it? How can you just totally accept yourself exactly the way you are! What your secret? Will you share it with me?
This could be your niece, your daughter, your teenage self. So how do you answer this question? How do you make “you’re beautiful” feel like the truth?
[ETA: The follow-up.]
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