Part I
Only a few days remained before the big day; our first wedding! Our oldest daughter would soon become a Mrs. Exhausted from all the preparations and running around, I leaned against the outside of the dressing room door and waited while my youngest daughter, who was 14, tried on a new bra inside.
"Mom, it's all twisted...help me."
She unlocked the door and I stepped in. What I saw was certainly twisted, but it wasn't the bra strap that had caught my attention. It was her back. From the depths of my soul, a gasp began to rise up, but my guardian angel promptly clapped her hand over my mouth and stopped me from making a huge mistake. You see, if your mom hasn't seen your nakedness for a few years and then the first time that she does see it she gasps, or even worse, cries...that's some bad body image juju for sure.
So I pushed back the tears and redirected my focus to the errant strap.
Two days later we were sitting in a doctor's office. Diagnosis? Scoliosis, 44 degree curve. Recommendation? Surgery.
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