How to Look Good Naked

I recently found myself with a rare opportunity to shower without an audience, or at least without someone talking to me (or crying) through the locked and barricaded door. I was so excited I was nearly giddy.

Such moments are few and far between with four kids, three of which are homeschooled, one of which is 5 years old and my constant companion.  It feels like they want absolutely nothing to do with me unless I am on the phone or naked. The second I take my shirt off suddenly I am the most interesting person on the planet. You would think all the awkward moments of them walking in on me half-dressed would deter them. Apparently not.

I started the water and happened upon a clean towel (miracle number two!) I relished in the blissful 10 minutes of quiet,  hot, soapy vacation, I even get both legs shaved. Wow, it was really turning out be my day! As I wrapped my drippy curls up in a towel I started to feel a little guilty about the fact that I hadn’t worked out before my shower, knowing full well that clean hair, plus deodorant just lowered my chances of working out that day to about -1.4%. Now that will make 4 days in a row without exercise….So, much for that winning streak, I was on last week.

As I struggle to get my faded yoga pants onto my still damp legs I see it. My Lord! My legs are so white they are almost blue! I add self-tanner to my mental Target list. I look up and see my reflection and instantly notice:

  • my not so slim tummy, stretched from birthing babies
  • the scar from baby 4
  • the edges that spill over my favorite pants.

I sigh in disappointment and regret my breakfast choice and lack of self-control when it comes to coffee creamer. My eyes move up to my chest, my chin, then my face as I continue to pick apart every inch of myself. My overbite, lines, and puffiness around my eyes, thinning eyebrows, frizzy hair.


And then a quiet tap on the door interrupts my dissection.

I throw on my shirt and answer “yes, who is it”?

On the other side was a weepy teen.

My 13-yr-old, Audrey. She was crying about her hair. She was on the awkward side of growing out her bangs and “it was taking so long”! She wanted to look nice for an outing with friends and she asked for my help. I give her a hug and tell her that everything will be ok. I immediately start to tell her how lovely she is and dismiss her worries about her bangs. And she is lovely, there is no denying it. I know I am her mother, but she really is stunning. The fact that she would worry about her bangs is insane. You could shave her head and she would still be gorgeous. I brush and smooth her hair and gently help her pin her bangs. I assure her that she is beautiful and her hair is gorgeous. Nobody notices the things she worries about, we all adore her and we all want to be like her. I start listing her beautiful qualities, inside and out. It is easy to do. The list is long and true. As I finish her off with a blast of Aqua Net I turn her shoulders to face the mirror and tell her to look at how beautiful she is.

Stacey Todd
Stacey Todd
Stacey Todd is wife to Dean, mom to four and lives on a ranch in West Texas.  Stacey loves to encourage moms to rest in Jesus with her blog You can find Stacey on Facebook at and on Twitter @shesatdownorg. Or listen to her grace/freedom podcast at

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