Several years ago, when my oldest daughter was about 2 years old, I caught myself committing a common girl mom crime: verbally criticizing my body and the way clothes were fitting me. I was trying on clothes in front of the full length closet door mirrors in my bedroom while she played on the floor nearby. She was making faces in the mirror and being silly, while I stood next to her, staring at myself wearing some pants and a shirt and saying something akin to, “Ugh, I hate the way I look in this.” I happened to glance down at her as I said this, initially, I suppose, hoping…