I hate my knees.
They are soft and chubby with just a little too much extra, flab.
I keep them covered by pants, dresses, boots, long shorts, you name it. I deny the existence of my chubby knees. Who cares what they look like as long as they work right?
I also don’t appreciate how large my nose is. Never have.
In my entire life I have never had a mean comment come back to me on either my nose or my chubby knees. No one has based their friendship with me on the size of my honker or how well I can pull off a miniskirt (which BTW, FAIL.)
The older the moosh gets the smarter that little kid gets. If she likes someone’s shoes, she tells them. She doesn’t care where they came from or how much they cost. She doesn’t even care if they’re covered in Barney and sing Wiggles theme songs. If she likes them, she says so.
I try my best to compliment someone as soon as the thought enters my head, but there’s times that I keep it to myself. Either because I’m feeling a bit selfish/insecure or because I don’t want to actually admit that “Wow, I really like your Acid Washed jeans with glittery butterflies!” because my own pride says that I can’t admit that I actually do like acid washed jeans with bejeweled insects.
In Disneyworld, the moosh didn’t care where little girls got their costumes from. She was just as excited to bond over a Cinderella dress from the thrift store as she was to bond with a little girl who’s mom just paid $200 for her to get gussied up at Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique.
She never cares what someone is wearing at the playground or what car they rolled up in. She doesn’t care if they have homemade PB&J or organic take out from the trendiest cafe for lunch. She only cares if she has fun playing with them. She never cares if someone has a big house full of fancy toys or a small apartment with only a basket of Happy Meal toys. What she cares about is how much fun she’ll have with whomever lives in that house. (Okay, so you kind of have to have dress ups in your house to win her over. Even if it’s just a pair of shoes.)
She never sees color in her friends. If anything she only notices hair texture, and even then she could care less if they have curly hair or no hair. As long as she has fun playing with them.
She has plenty of toys and loves a good movie. But the most fun she had today was dancing with me to Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer in the living room until she giggled so hard she fell over.
When I look at her I wonder what the hell my problem is.
I asked her a month ago “What’s your favorite thing people can do?”