It has been days since my last post. In all fairness, I’ve been backed up with work. Blah blah blah….you know what I mean. Hey Super Snark…where can I get that scrolling banner you have for your blog days off?
Anyway, back to your regularly scheduled blog posting.
In three weeks, short round will be getting a mouth full of metal. Yes, Folks, I’m going into about…Hmmm….$4800 worth of debt just to ensure that my little girl will have a beautiful smile when she enters the den of hell that we all know as High school.
I remember when I turned about 14, I would look in the mirror and see this….this Mutant staring back at me. This mutant had frizzy, out of control hair, a face FULL of zits and a lanky undeveloped body until about…well..age 25. I don’t know what distorted my view of myself, but I think it had something to do with puberty. I know at 25, I looked back into the mirror and saw an attractive women looking back at me. How DID that happen? Where in the world did the mutant go? and why did I believe I saw a mutant looking back at me?
These days, young girls are bombarded with messages about how they should look more then ever. I thought that beauty was blonde, straight and skinny was the only way to be attractive to a man. I had no idea that beautiful women come in all shapes and sizes. Cliche, yes, but it’s true.
Our little girls have a lot to sort out. When they are very small, the message is “You’re a princess! Someday a prince will save and marry you!” when marriage and relationships are hard work. Some believe that this message we send to our little girls can imprint upon them and cause them to believe that love/relationships are magical and happily ever after is without the work needed. While I did think that the whole princess mentality isn’t exactly, well…healthy, it isn’t entirely the fault of the cartoons.
When they reach school age, they are introduced to Bratz dolls, MyScene and other barbie incarnations that make parents want to run screaming in utter horror. Will taking these things away from them make a difference? Probably not. I think little girls take more cues from their own Moms then dolls, cartoon princesses and magazines that proclaim that beauty can be achevied if you spend enough money.
Moms should be the ones fighting the fight against mega advertisters that claim the key to happiness is thin, blonde and blue eyed and the fight needs to begin with our own perception of beauty. I admit that I will occasionally say, “I think I’m fat” but in reality I know I’m not. I know that my diet isn’t optimal but it’s better then most people who eat steady amounts of processed foods with High fructose Cornsyrup as the main ingredient. I also know that I can do something about my “fat feeling” without resorting to such tactics as starving myself or throwing up after each meal. My own perception of myself has changed dramatically since my teen years—There was never a mutant. There was only a bad perception of myself.
There are things that my daughter doesn’t like about herself that are real problems. She has a skin condition(possibly ezemea or Psoriorsis) that leaves nasty red dry blotches on her skin. She has every right to feel uncomfortable about this and I have sought medical treatment for it. She has issues with her teeth, too. They are crowded and need orthodontic attention. My wallet is screaming from my raping of it while paying for such an endevor, but again—medically necessary. They will provide her some comfort when she looks in the mirror in the future as well as benefit her medically. The rest of her is beautiful. She will probably wake up to see the same mutant staring back at herself one day, but I can do my best to minimize that feeling within her. I certainly wouldn’t tell her that she was the reason I feel so fat. It’s my job as her mother to positively reinforce what I believe to be beautiful. being blonde, thin and blue eyed doesn’t automatically get you into the beautiful catagory, either.
While surfing the usually stupid human sites that I read on occasion, I came across what appears to be a snarky attempt at irony but only comes across as a sad representation of a women who still sees a mutant when she looks in the mirror. What bothers me the most about such a post is the fact that this person gets wide exposure and yet self depreciates—blaming her own child for the degradation of her body after pregnancy. And her minions? well..they follow suit. How can someone say this to their daughter even if it is ment as a joke and not feel like they are dooming their daughter to a life of measuring up to every celebrity they see flashed upon the screen? Sadly, this will only further the desire for bratz dolls, celebrity endorsed beauty products and early sexualization of young girls. It is the first step to sending the “If Mom can’t see herself as beautiful, then I suppose….well…..then celebrity X does! and since Celebrity X wears Abercrombie & Fitch, then It will make me beautiful and then..Boys will like me…and then….”
See the downward sprial. How does discourse like this get such exposure? Instead of telling your kid it is her fault that you feel so ugly and fat, how about putting a wrench in the cycle and leading your children to more positive discussion? I despise most mommyblogs, but this one is one big contradiction and worthy of the question: how does the writer of such content get invitations to chair panels at conferences like South By Southwest? Even worse, a keynote is delievered by the queen bee of mothering mediocrity herself back in 2006. I suppose these blogs are like reality television–There is better content out there, but most people can’t be bothered with actually reading it in fear they might learn something.
I do see myself as beautiful and I let my daughter know this. Beauty, for me, is not all about being thin or wearing the latest in fashion. It’s being successful despite what I have faced. It’s being smart and asking the right questions. It’s being outspoken. It’s knowing that I am a damn good Mom. It’s also knowing that my husband finds this all sexy, too. Most of all, it’s knowing that I’m the number one person my daughter takes her cues from. If I don’t change my self perception and realize the definition of beauty is arbitrary, she will become another mindless victim of today’s pop culture world. I really don’t want that to happen.