Australian mother of three Amy Cheney was cleaning her daughter’s room when she found this note “innocently sitting on the floor” amidst “Polly Pockets, friendship bracelets and a variety of other crap 7-year-olds love to hoard.”
Amy writes that she began to feel “physically ill” as she made sense of the “diyet” list.
Where did she learn the word diet? How does she even know what a freaking diet is?
Whose fault is this? Is it mine because I let her play with Barbies? Because sometimes she’s allowed to watch Total Drama Action? Is it because when I draw with her I can only draw stick figures?
Seventeen Poosh-ups two times a day.
I felt sick. Physically ill. Like someone had knocked the air from my chest.
I could feel myself getting increasingly anxious the more words I was able to interpret from her seven-year-old spelling.
Three Appals, One Per, Two Keewee Froots.
How did this happen?
“Weight has never been an issue in our home — it is, for the most part, irrelevant,” Amy explains. “I am smart about this stuff.”
The 30-year-old mother notes that she has a degree in early childhood studies, writing that her family “focuses on and promotes healthy eating and healthy bodies,” and adds that she never asks her husband if she “looks fat” in something.
“And then I got angry,” Amy writes. “Really, really angry.”
F*ck you society. F*ck you and your and stupid obsession with women and the way they look.
How dare you sneak into my home with your ridiculous standards and embed them in my little girls head, polluting her innocence with your pathetic ideals.
Jog/run up and down the driv way three times.
Your unrealistic expectations will not win in my house.
I am tired of the beauty and body obsessed arena we live in. I am tired of women being portrayed as objects to be saluted and admired or shunned and shamed depending on whether they measure up to societies idealistic standards. I am tired of the conformist attitudes. And then, because I was so tired (and sad, so sad) that I cried.
When her daughter got home from school, Amy found out that “Miss Seven” learned about “diyets” from a friend (also 7 years old), who was on one herself.
“We chatted about diets and beautiful healthy bodies and the gift that they are,” she writes.
“I am not naive. I know this will not be the last time I talk about food and weight and bodies with my daughter. I am just ultra pissed that it had to start when she was seven.”
The Cheney family, via Amy Cheney’s Facebook page “Themodernherd.” SOURCE