![]() I’ll care about their days and their friends and what’s going on in their lives. ![]() I will be at every concert and every event (circumstances pending) and be there on time and take the whole family and support them. I never want them to feel unloved or uncared about. ![]() I hope and pray that I never do those things to my own daughters. My mother was uninvolved in my life and we didn’t have much of a real relationship. I love my mother and my father, but growing up they (particularly my mother) certainly affected my self-esteem in a negative way by not caring about me, by being late to everything, by forgetting about me, by not wanting to come to my concerts and events, by not asking me about my day or who my friends were. I don’t often write about my parents, in particular my mother, because it often brings up difficult emotions. Because, without them my self-esteem could have been much less assured due to my poor relationship with my parents. I am forever grateful for wonderful friendships growing up and for my sister who was always my best friend. Who accepted my weirdness, my looks, my talents, my everything, and wanted to spend lots of quality time with me as a friend. There were people, outside my home, who loved me for me. I do fully believe that having great, true friends made all the difference in that. I had a relatively great self-esteem and did very well in school and other activities. I didn’t ever feel the need to “conform” or to lie to have friends. While I was different from others, what with my enormous family (I’m the youngest of nine children), poor upbringing, and Mormon religion, I was accepted for who I was. I floated gloriously in the middle, sporting a wide array of friends and acquaintances. While never really in the “popular” crowd, I wasn’t ever a reject either. I am fortunate that I didn’t have bullies (unless you count my brothers). As I continued to grow older, I felt more confident and comfortable in my body as I learned how to dress it modestly, appropriately, and cutely. I mean I had some great features too!: a great big smile, beautiful eyes, long eye lashes, thick wavy hair, and I was tall and skinny (I like to see these more as a plus for sure). ![]() Sure I didn’t look like so-and-so or have her curves, but I liked my body. While I wasn’t often told I was beautiful, gorgeous, or pretty, I thought I was. Once I came to realize that pubity had settled and this was the body I was going to have, I slowly came to terms with it. I also have large feet (size 11 shoes), a big forehead, poofy hair, crooked, spaced, chipped teeth, and a pointy, unique nose. I was always one of the tallest in my class, and definitely one of the tallest females (I’m 5’9″). When I was a teenager, I didn’t always love my body. Here’s the infographic about the results of that study (click to see footnotes/original source):Īfter looking at the data and information they collected, the one thing that comes to my mind is that looking at numbers and statistics is great, but what is the solution? How are we, how am I, building up the self-esteem of young girls? What can I do to make sure my daughters grow up loving themselves and their bodies? My Teenage Self-Esteem adults to find out what are the biggest threats to girls’ positive self-image, what is the biggest asset to a positive self-image, and which women in the public eye are the best role models for girls. The Girls Empowerment Network surveyed 2,000+ U.S. I am excited that I get to work with The Girls Empowerment Network ( GENAustin) through Sverve to talk about developing girls’ positive self-image! ![]()
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