My daughter is 5’7 – maybe even 5’8. She is smart (unfortunately for me a little too damn smart at times); thin and muscular (she’s an athlete; probably weighs 130 pounds, wears a size 2); she is nice (to everyone except her 12-year old sister); she is beautiful (really, I’m not just saying that ‘cause she’s mine); and, most importantly, she is confident – well, for a 14-year old girl she is fairly secure.
But now this …
Now this … her coach wants her to lose weight.
“Not too much,” he said. “Five to 10 pounds. Gotta get it off her.”
I nod my head – listening, not agreeing. Not really even sure if I am hearing this correctly …
“What can we cut out of her diet? Soda? Chips?”
“She doesn’t drink soda,” I said.
“We gotta find something. A little weight off would make her the hottest runner her age.”
Hottest? Did he say hottest?? I walk away … let it all sink in … I know this man. He did NOT mean ‘hot’ in the way that it came across – of that I am certain. But. My daughter is fast. Very fast. But … she would be lightning fast (and hot like fire) if she lost the weight. That’s what he’s implying … right?
OK. Here’s the thing … I was a competitive runner. I get the weight thing – I do. Simple physics – but there is a fine line between being too thin where you become too weak to be effective and carrying that said extra few pounds that can weigh a runner down. But. Being that I was a competitive runner, I also struggled with eating disorders – as did most of the other young women I trained with. And once you have an eating disorder, it never fully goes away. It hides. Especially with good counseling and support of others … but it’s always there. Always.
My daughter is 14. I do not want her plagued by the monster that crowded my every thought when I was younger … and yet, if I don’t say something to her, her coach probably will. Or will he?
It’s not often I search for opinions out there in the wide world of the blogosphere, but if you have any thoughts, please, share them … I feel torn – anything I do or say could backfire one way or the other … sorry, no sarcasm in today’s post … I’m too busy being a concerned mother to dream up something witty to write about …