My typical go-to is, "You are absolutely perfect just the way you are," but the reality of parenting is that it doesn't matter what you say -- your kid will remember what you DO. So, I could tell my daughter a million times that she is perfect, and her body is beautiful just the way it is, but if I'm walking around talking about how much I hate my grocery bag tummy, or my jiggly thighs, or the fact that my left boob is ¼ cup size larger than the right one, then my words mean nothing to her. Zip. Zilch. Nada. If I was going to talk the talk, I had better walk the walk... or shimmy the walk, if you will. In two months of actually burlesque, I became a better mom because I learned these three things.