Have you ever noticed how the word ‘princess’ evolves from term of endearment to insult as a girl grows?
I’m not quite sure at what age the transition happens, but a ‘princess’ who is a teenager or woman is often being referred to as such because she is spoilt, sheltered, cowardly or stuck-up.
‘With her hands on her hips, pouting mouth and a big boisterous umph, Dana shows her princess side whenever she doesn’t get exactly what she wants when she wants it.’ – From www.urbandictionary.com
My daughter accused me of having princess tendencies recently at the beach.
My husband swims all through winter and I often do too – that’s one of the beauties of living in Byron Bay.
But, on this particular day, I just wanted to stay covered up and build sandcastles with my baby son rather than take a brisk ocean plunge.
‘You never swim,’ Libby said. ‘Dads always swim, but mums don’t.’
I was highly offended by my four-year-old’s sexist generalisation, so to prove her wrong I stripped down, puffed out my chest, and ran into the water.
It was wonderful. Invigorating. It always is.
And I’ve vowed to swim on every trip to the beach with my fam from now on – regardless of the temperature, the size of the waves or my thighs.
See what I did there?
A lot of beautiful, bold women I know have had trouble with swimming, not because they don’t enjoy it but because of body insecurities.
I’ve converted from bikini to one-piece this year for that exact reason.
My mother-in-law, a former beauty queen and perfect size eight, refused to swim on Byron Bay’s Main Beach in case she ran into someone she knew. To me, she was a picture of perfection and I couldn’t understand her insecurities.
And just the other day, a couple of new mums I know were weighing up whether or not they should slither into their swimsuits before their post-baby bods were back in pre-baby shape.
As I watch my daughter playing fearlessly in the whitewater, I feel I owe it to her to drown my own hang-ups.
I need to lead by example and show her that girls
can be are just as brave as boys in the water and everywhere else. That mums can do more than sit on the sand in kaftans, rationing out sunscreen and snacks.
Mums do swim. All the time.
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