Of mice and cats...

When Lauren suggested earlier this week that we should dress up for the zumba costume party, I laughed. Actually suggest is putting it mildly, she told me we were going to be a mouse and cat... and then she bought me tights and ears. Because I am not one to miss out on making a production of something meant to be simple, I delved into making us black sparkly tutus. After all women who have had who have had four babies in 7 years should not leave the house in a leotard, and a tutu would provide a little more coverage.

I should mention that when I began to have second thoughts (3rd & 4th thoughts came later) Lauren reminded me that it was her birthday. Ya'll know I am a sucker for birthdays! And it might be fun. Life is too hard to worry about missing out on fun simply because it might not be flattering.

I hadn't had the guts to try on the whole ensemble until an hour before showtime. My daughters adored the outfit...and wanted to spend the night dancing with me. Although Kaya loved the tutu, I hadn't really considered that accessorizing the widest part of your body is not the most fabulous idea. Despite my hesitation I went with it and here is why:

I want my girls to be comfortable in their own skin. I never complain about my imperfections or mourn the loss of my pre-child body in their presence. I want them to be able to see the temple God created for them and find beauty in it. I want them to feel beautiful, no matter what the world says that is supposed to look like.

And the only way I know how to do that is to live it. That's not always easy when your best friend is a size two or something.

I did draw the line at grocery shopping in the thing though....