OK
I’m pissed. I’m told I do my best
writing when I’m pissed so I guess you’re all in for a good read because I'm in receipt of the following article:
How to talk to your
daughter about her body
Sounds
harmless enough right? But read it and
half way through you'll realize, “Hey I’ve read this before.” Last time it was entitled: The
True Danger of Vaccinating Your Child, and before that, Anti-Depressants Are Destroying Our Youth
and before that it was If You’re Not
Breastfeeding you’re Not Mothering.
I think these authors could save us all a lot of time if they just cut
to the chase and named their articles Hey
Mom! You Suck. And you know what’s
sad? Mothers would still read them.
Every
parent I know is terrified that their children are growing up in this age of
internet and social media but do you know who’s really in danger? Mothers.
We mothers are learning to be mothers in a day and age where every article tells us
A: How to parent
and
B: We suck at it
For
example, I’m a horrible mother because I work full time, didn’t breastfeed, my
son is on an anti-depressant, I don’t buy organic food, I vaccinate, and today
(thanks to this article) I can now add body shaming to the list. It reads as follows:
Don't talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach
her how it works.
I have no idea how Dana's body works. And I tell her she has a gorgeous figure almost every day. I better stop. I guess I better read up on lung function in preparation for the next time she asks me if she looks pretty in a dress. Also I am quite fond of telling Kayla: Though I think she’s the most adorable 9 year old in America, I’m positive she has
the cutest butt on Earth. I pinch it a
lot and ask her if I can have it.
“No
Mom!”
“Why
not? I made it. I worked really hard on it for 9 long months,
it’s a lot cuter than mine and I want it back!”
Apparently this
is wrong. And since telling your daughter she’s adorable is wrong I have to assume pinching butts is wrong? Butt
pinching is practically an Olympic sport in my house now that they’re older and
can run faster, and Kevin’s favorite musical instrument is the butt
bongos. Fuck body shaming, at this point
I guess I’m a child molester.
Two: Don't say
anything if she's lost weight. Don't say anything if she's gained weight.
Ok
I agree with this to a point. Kayla
chunked up a bit this winter and I didn’t say anything because I knew once spring came along and she
started exercising more those few pounds would melt off and they did. A few pounds in one direction or another is
hardly a deal breaker but if my daughter, who is already thin, starts to lose a
large amount of weight, you can bet your ass I’m going to say something. I
have a buddy I’ll call Kaya because it means pro-active. Two years ago the pediatrician said her
daughter Petunia was 10 pounds overweight and therefore at risk for type 2 diabetes. Wait till you hear what she did! At the advice of her doctor she signed
Petunia up for a kid’s fitness class at the gym and enrolled in a Healthy Cooking Class at Whole Foods.
Also, and this I just can’t believe, she took Petunia with her to her own annual physical so they could see how mom rated on the health scale. Although she was at a healthy weight, Kaya’s
blood pressure and cholesterol were through the roof. What did Petunia learn from this? That the effects of poor eating habits and
lack of exercise can be visible or invisible but they’re all dangerous. So Kaya hired a trainer and exercised alongside
Petunia while she took her fitness class so they could motivate each
other. She changed the way she cooked, ate, thought, and lived and a year later Petunia was only 1 pound overweight and Kaya's cholesterol was down 6 points. After the doctor's appointment confirming all this, the happy couple went to The
Sand Stand and shared a “Pig’s Dinner” to celebrate. Child
abuser, I don’t know how she sleeps at night.
Don’t’ comment on other women’s bodies either. Nope. Not a single comment, not a nice one or a
mean one.
At
least this rule I only half broke. I
have never commented negatively about another woman’s body in front of my girls
but I have, God forgive me, complimented women on their bodies in the presence
of my daughters. For example, my
husband has a cousin named Maureen whose son got married last weekend in
Raleigh. I hadn’t seen her in over two
years and when we arrived at the hotel I barely recognized her. I have no idea how much weight she has lost
but she looks younger and healthier than she did when we met 17 years ago. Within earshot of my girls I acknowledged her
weight loss and told her how beautiful she looked. Maureen, I know you’re reading this. Please accept my sincere apologies for body
shaming you.
If you think your daughter's body looks amazing, don't say
that.
“Hey
Dana and Kayla!!!!!!!!! You know how I told
you both you have gorgeous figures?”
“Yeah?”
“Pretend
I didn’t say that.” "Why?"
"It's body shaming."
“You need help Mom.”
Prove to your daughter that women don't need men to move
their furniture.
Chris
moves all the furniture.
Teach your daughter how to cook kale.
I
hate kale.
Teach your daughter how to bake chocolate cake made with six
sticks of butter.
Done!
Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide
ribcages. It's easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don't. Tell your daughter
that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is
nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing
and she can lift up the world, if she wants.
Well
that was a very nice ending but the author can still suck my dick because
regardless of what she intended to communicate, here’s what everybody except me
just heard: If your child is struggling
with their weight it’s your fault.
Dear
Readers,
No
matter what you’re doing there’s an article out there that explains, in detail, how you’re doing it all
wrong. For example, Kevin has been
hitting us a lot lately and because he’s getting older and stronger those hits
now hurt, a lot. Years ago we were trained
by a behaviorist to place him in a restraining hold when he became too
aggressive but 4 years later the only person strong enough to restrain him is
Chris. So last week when he kicked me in
the leg, out of sheer desperation, I kicked him back and he stopped. When he pinches me, I pinch him back. When he tells me I’m a big, fat, stupid Mommy
I tell him he’s a big, fat, stupid Kevin and when I do that he stops and he
apologizes.
Now
stop reading for a second and google “Women Who Hit Their Disabled Children and
Call Them Stupid.” 100,000 articles will
appear all explaining what an unforgivable, abusive piece of shit I am and
describe the emotional damage I have inflicted upon my helpless son. However, before you call DYFS, please google,
“What to Do When Your 100 Pound Nine Year Old Slaps You in the Face Outside of
Gullo’s Because You Won’t Buy Him a Pretzel.”
What? Nothing came up? Really?
That doesn’t make any sense. How
can there be thousands of articles explaining why hitting your child is wrong
but not a single one that explains what you’re supposed to do when your child
hits you? Wow. Maybe this is how the mothers of overweight children
feel when they read an article that states, “Whatever you do, don’t do anything or
say anything about your child’s body, that’s body shaming.”
So why are there so many shaming articles out there to be read? Because there’s
a lot of money to be made from convincing moms they're failing. Take a stroll through the parenting section
of Barnes and Noble and practically every book you see can be boiled down to
one title: Mom You Suck but If You Read This Book You Won’t
Suck Anymore. And you have my permission
to buy this book if you promise to
A. Not read it
And
B.Bring it to the book burning party Heather
Caldwell and I have planned for next month where we will be roasting marshmallows
over all the many versions of The Gift of
a Special Needs Child. It’s going to
be a great party. All the “club members” will be there.
We are the greatest bunch of ladies you’ll ever meet for one simple
reason: none of us pretend to have any answers. No one knows more about
being judged, and feeling helpless, and unanswered questions, and isolation
brought about by fear than us. And no one has read more about what they’re
doing wrong, hence the book burning party.
Some
of us write blogs! If you can’t make the
party and you need some good advice, log in and talk to one of us: I guarantee you we won’t have any. You don’t need any. What you need is confirmation that all of us struggling and none of us have any real answers. I think the mothers of
regularly developing children hesitate to reach out to us “club members” because
they think our problems are bigger than theirs and its sooooooooooooo not
true. The only difference between mothers like us and yourself is that our
problems are entirely exposed whereas you can hide yours if you so choose. Please choose differently. Talk about your problems honestly because somebody out there needs you and if you’re not there she’ll have nowhere
to turn but Google, where she’ll find an article entitled How to Talk to Your Daughter about Her Body, which will make her
feel like shit.
You
can do it you know. Be brave. I’ll give you a title to help you start: