{"id":6138,"date":"2025-10-04T10:14:46","date_gmt":"2025-10-04T09:14:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/time.amazingstory.blog\/?p=6138"},"modified":"2025-10-04T10:14:47","modified_gmt":"2025-10-04T09:14:47","slug":"under-our-swimsuit-photo-my-own-daughter-wrote-all-sorts-of-nasty-things-i-decided-to-teach-her-a-lesson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/time.amazingstory.blog\/?p=6138","title":{"rendered":"Under our swimsuit photo, my own daughter wrote all sorts of nasty things: I decided to teach her a lesson"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Under our swimsuit photo, my own daughter wrote all sorts of nasty things: I decided to teach her a lesson \"\ud83d\ude22\"\"\ud83d\ude22\"<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have never been ashamed of my appearance. Yes, I\u2019m sixty, not a young magazine cover girl, my figure is far from perfect \u2013 but I have always accepted myself as I am.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have wrinkles, a soft tummy, and hips that used to be my pride and now show the years I\u2019ve lived. But all of this is part of my story, my life. And my husband has always said I\u2019m beautiful. Even now, after 35 years of marriage, he can look at me as if we met yesterday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But recently, everything changed. For the first time in my life, I started to feel ashamed of myself.<\/p>\n\n\n

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It all began with a seemingly innocent photo. My husband and I went to the sea \u2013 a rare chance to escape daily routine. We were standing on the beach in swimsuits, he hugged me at the waist, and I was smiling. I wanted to capture the moment and share it with friends on social media.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yes, I knew the swimsuit highlighted all my \u201cflaws.\u201d But damn, that\u2019s no reason to hide from everyone!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few hours later, likes and warm comments started appearing: \u201cWhat a beautiful couple!\u201d, \u201cHow wonderful that you\u2019ve been together for so many years!\u201d. I smiled\u2026 until I saw my own daughter\u2019s comment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She wrote: \u201cMom, at your age, you shouldn\u2019t dress like that. And definitely don\u2019t show off your fat sides. You better delete the photo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I froze. As if someone had poured a bucket of ice-cold water over me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wasn\u2019t a joke. It was serious. My heart sank. I gave birth to this girl, stayed up nights, fed her, took her to school, helped her get into university\u2026 and now she writes this to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\u2019s when I couldn\u2019t take it anymore and did something I don\u2019t regret. Unfortunately, I now have to relearn how to accept and love myself \"\ud83d\ude22\". Continued in the first comment \"\ud83d\udc47\"\"\ud83d\udc47\"<\/p>\n\n\n

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I stared at the screen for a long time. Then I slowly began to type:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 \u201cDear, these are our genes. In twenty years, you\u2019ll look the same. And I truly hope that by then you\u2019ll be smart enough not to be ashamed of your body.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sent it. Deleted her comment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But it wasn\u2019t enough. I decided that if she allows herself to publicly humiliate me, I have every right to set boundaries. I stopped answering her calls. When she asked me for money two weeks later, I replied coldly:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 \u201cOh, sorry, I\u2019ve already spent it all on food. That\u2019s where my fat sides come from.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was offended. But honestly, I didn\u2019t care. Maybe I went too far, but in that moment, I was defending myself.<\/p>\n\n\n

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And yes, since then I still catch myself looking at my reflection critically. Sometimes, when wearing a swimsuit, I cover my tummy with a towel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m angry at myself for this \u2013 because I know it\u2019s not about the body, it\u2019s about how we women too often let others dictate how we should live and look.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I taught my daughter a lesson, but it seems I still have to learn the most important one myself \u2013 how to stop being ashamed of who I am.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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