i remember first becoming aware of my body's shape and size around 10 or so, feeling self-conscious at that age of my 'big' thighs (saddle bags or thunder thighs), especially as compared to my very skinny best friend (*waves to amanda*) who hit puberty a bit later than me. eighteen years later i still struggle to beat back the urge to refer to my backside as 'cheesy' and my breasts as saggy and 'mom-ish.' i do my very best not to self-deprecate in front of the kids. i want them to grow up confident and strong and proud of their bodies, regardless of shape or size. i try teach my kids healthy eating and exercise habits but must strike a balance between seeming obsessed with such matters and caring not at all. i remind the that all bodies are different and that that's part of what makes the world interesting. i wonder if my body 'morals' will stand up to their peers, the media, and their own inclinations... in any case, this trailer got me thinking.