He’s Only Six

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.

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