Woman Enters The Dressing Room With A Sign And A Prayer At The Store.

Story by Mari Ebert

Today, I went and did something I hate for the first time in over a year.

I went to a store and I tried on some clothes in the dressing room.

Before the pandemic, I would dread having to try on clothes, and I usually only gravitated towards clothes I knew would fit, or I would just take the chance, buy it, and then return it later if it didn’t fit.

Just like many other women, I don’t always love what I see when I look in the mirror. My eyes immediately gravitate towards all of the areas I’m most self-conscious about. The areas I see as anything but beautiful. The stomach rolls. The cellulite. The stretch marks. The double chin. The deflated boobs. No matter what I put on, it’s never going to fit right because I believe I don’t fit right.

Today, when I saw the dressing rooms were open again after being closed for so long, I decided to suck it up and reluctantly handed over my eight items to be counted and then took my number and my kids, and headed into a room with a sigh and a prayer.

After I undressed, and turned to look at myself in the mirror, I immediately felt that familiar heat creep into my cheeks fueled by embarrassment and disdain at my own reflection.

I swallowed it down, and I asked my kids to help me out. I asked them to let me know if they liked each dress or romper, and my son suggested a rating system- thumbs up if they like it, and thumbs down if they don’t.

After trying on a few items, I noticed that they were giving me an enthusiastic thumbs up for every single one.

Even the items that I was immediately dismissing in my head for accentuating all the areas I didn’t want accentuated.

When I asked my son why he kept giving everything a thumbs up, his answer was simple. He said, “because you look beautiful in all of them Mommy.”

It was in that moment that I realized my babies don’t see my flaws. They don’t see imperfections when they look at me in the mirror. They don’t see the sagging skin or the extra weight or the way everything jiggles when I move. They just see me. Their momma.

I remembered that I’m not always going to love what I see when I look in the mirror, and that’s normal. It’s okay. But I need to give my body some credit. It’s strong. It grew and birthed two incredible humans. Two humans who will always and forever love me just the way I am.

And at the end of the day, if I’m good enough for them, then I need to be good enough for myself too. 

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