Size Doesn’t Matter!

The topic of body image or body size doesn’t come up in this family.  I am very thankful for this.  To me, this means James and I have done our job, to this point, in raising our girls with a healthy knowledge that their body size and shape, and others’ body size and shape, does not matter, and will never matter.

Since the moment they were born, I made a conscious decision to ban the word “fat” and “skinny” from our home.  They both have come to me with concerned little faces when a friend or an adult has used one of these words.  In their awareness of the damaging aspect of these words, our girls are also learning about self-esteem, self-respect, and empathy and awareness of others’ feelings.  I don’t believe anything in this world would ever need to be defined in a way that would require the word “fat.”  A person’s character is far more important than the shape seen on the outside.

This post below is everything we’re raising our daughters to know about their appearance.


Mommy, Do You Want to Be Skinny?

By Regan Long


“Mommy, do you want to be skinny?”

My 8-year-old daughter asked me this, and it brought me to a complete halt.

It caught me off guard as I have never said I wanted “to be skinny.” But I wasn’t completely surprised she asked as she does see me work out and talk about nutrition, not to mention my husband also works in the wellness field.

As I looked at her staring intently back at me, I knew exactly what I wanted to say. As I am raising three young daughters that I’m trying to mold, three daughters who I never want to have a body complex, nor feel inadequate or compare themselves to someone else thinking they need to have “her body.”


I want my girls to value their health. I want them to have respect for their bodies and ensure that they are respected by others.

I want my daughters to keep their health a focus and priority throughout their lives, continually working on becoming the best versions of themselves, physically, emotionally and spiritually.

You see, my children are never going to remember how many pushups I was able to do. They won’t remember how fast I was able to run a 5K, nor will they remember what size I was, or wasn’t, for that matter...

But they WILL remember that their Mommy was strong. That she was fierce. That she believed in herself when nobody else did.

And despite all the times things got tough, insanely tough...

Despite all the times it would have been easier to quit, my children will remember that was when Mommy pushed harder.

I want my children to look back and say, “Because of my Mommy, I never gave up.”

So without hesitation, I leaned down and looked confidently into my young daughter’s eyes.

“So, Mommy... do you?”

“No, Honey. Mommy wants to be strong!”

And with that, she hugged me and whispered as she was pressed against my chest, “Then I want to be strong, too.”



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