Facebook users have been having fun recently with "Way Back Week" -- users have been changing their profile pictures to childhood photos. It's been a blast to see some of the ways people have changed...or haven't.
A friend of mine has been posting old childhood pictures of us, many of which are from my days as a dance student. Every time I get a notification that I've been tagged in a photo, I admit I've cringed a little.
In my book, You'd Be So Pretty If...: Teaching Our Daughters to Love Their Bodies -- Even When We Don't Love Our Own, I talked about the self-loathing I felt during my early adolescent years. It's a topic that resonated with many of the mothers and daughters I interviewed for the book-- and with many of the women who've read it. Every adult woman, it seems, shudders at the memory of herself at a certain age. And unfortunately, too many of the teen girls I talked to are full of doubt, insecurities and body loathing.
But a funny thing happened when I clicked on the link to a photo this morning.
Suddenly, there I was -- in all my early adolescent awkwardness. And as I waited for the negative wave to wash over me, I realized: It wasn't coming. Instead, I looked at that girl with the objectivity that almost 30 years can bring. Awkward, sure, but not the hideous being I once thought I was. Cute smile, kind eyes and well-muscled body.