My son came home from camp the other day and told me that two boys called him fat.
They said his stomach was “going to pop.”
He said it so casually — like it didn’t bother him.
But I know it did.
And I wasn’t ready for it.
Not at six years old.
Not before first grade.
Not before he’s had a chance to feel fully safe in his own skin.
I gave him a hug.
And I told him the truth:
That it’s okay to be big.
That his body is strong, his heart is kind, and his spirit is golden.
Because no matter what the world says —
He is not the problem.
The way we talk about bodies is.
To the moms whose kids come home with heavy hearts —
You are not alone.
Your child is more than enough.
And so are you.