For the women after me

I remember the first time I heard her say she hates her body. It was in a dream. She said she hated her webbed feet. Even though she doesn’t have webbed feed, I woke up with a feeling of dread because of the inevitability of my six-year old niece one day coming to disdain a part or parts or the entirety of her body and then carrying that disdain around for the rest of her life. Can it be prevented? Currently, she spends hours looking in the mirror, loves her naked body, and flashes and shakes her little butt because doing so makes her happy. How can we prolong this celebration? We (you, me, my sisters and mother) must be models of self-love. We must celebrate ourselves every day and feel nothing but gratitude for our functioning, funny-looking, abundant, flat, hairy, smelly, beautiful bodies.