Isabelle was crying yesterday.
I didn’t know why at first. She spent a couple of hours with her mom—just crying.
Turns out it’s body image stuff.
She’s healthy. She exercises. She’s not overweight.
But she’s 13.
And there’s social media. There’s comparison. There’s that quiet pressure to look a certain way—even when no one says it out loud.
I don’t know if this is just part of being a teen now, or something more.
I don’t know if there’s much I can do.
I could monitor her phone more closely.
But kids always find workarounds. Ethan was a pro at that.
Maybe the only real thing I can do is be here.
Not fix it. Not lecture.
Just stay present.
And remind her—quietly and consistently—that she is already enough
