Daughters Need Confidence Modeled

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Red feet, slow feet, clown feet and fuzzy fur feet are just a few of the many feet you meet when you turn the pages of the Dr. Seuss classic: The Foot Book.

 

Feet. The very word makes me cringe. In 6th grade I vividly remember a classmate gasping in disgust as she drew the recess crowd over to look at my grossly long toes. The rest of the school day I curled my toes and promised myself I would never wear flip flops again.

 

What started as hatred for my feet gradually turned into full blown self-consciousness. After my daughter was born, my clothes weren’t fitting, my stretch marks weren’t fading, and pimples were breaking out on my face like an extreme dot-to-dot. My hatred of mirrors was as intense as my love of motherhood.

 

Having heard one too many complaints about my appearance, my husband decided to stop reassuring me of my beauty and speak directly to the lie that held me captive. Placing our sleeping newborn in my arms he whispered, how do you expect our daughter to develop confidence if you’re always complaining about yourself?

 

This question has been on spin cycle on my mind ever since. We can tell our daughters they are beautiful every single day. We can write Psalm 139 on our daughter’s bedroom wall in bold letters. We can speak truth to our daughters when they claim they have nothing to wear because they look terrible in everything! But reality is, if we complain about our appearance, we’re giving our daughters permission to do the same.

 

Though The Foot Book was written to entertain, it now serves as a reminder to me to embrace the feet I have been given and ultimately, the person God created me to be.  I decided to turn my husband’s candid question into a personal call to action, vowing to reject, reflect, and replace the way I view myself.

 

  • Reject. I refuse to talk poorly about myself. When negative thoughts about my stretchmarks, pimples, and curves begin to surface, I hit the mental delete button, rejecting the temptation to feed the lies.
  • Reflect. I return to the truth of who God’s Word says I am. I also pray He would be my mirror, enabling me to see myself through His eyes.
  • Replace. I replace my negative thoughts with something positive. I am thankful these stretchmarks mean I’m a mom, that pimples don’t define me, and that my legs are strong.

Would you join me in the effort to model confidence to your daughter? A confidence so strong that she uncurls her toes and boldly walks

 

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4 thoughts on “Daughters Need Confidence Modeled”

  1. Thank you Stefanie! As a mom to two grown daughters this is something I have struggled with my whole life. I am working to try to undo the damage o have done to both myself and my girls with negative self talk. My prayer is that every young mom can hear your words and commit them to practice. Be blessed sweet girl and know that you are truly loved by the God that created you to be exactly who you are!!

    • Thank you for you kind words, Jody! It is easier to talk poorly about our appearance than to speak God’s truth over it. However, it is both important and freeing to do. Thanks for joining me in the effort to model confidence in our own skin. Blessings to you, friend!

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