Entries from May 2008 ↓

Empowering Girls: Dutch Blitz Has Body Issues

Dutch Blitz has some body image issues. She used to be a size 15 and she still feels unacceptably fat sometimes, though the scale and the tag in her clothes tell her she’s not. I know this because I’ve read her very honest and poignant blogs about her feelings about her body. She wrote a A Letter To My Body about the betrayal girls and women can feel when their bodies defy expectations.

She wrote one called Thinner that I found particularly insightful in regards to empowering daughters.

It does no good to tell a woman “don’t feel this way.” I don’t know why, it’s just not effective. It does no good to tell a daughter, “don’t feel this way.” People get all proprietary about their feelings, like they have a right to them – negative ones and all.

Dutch Blitz knows there is “no good reason” to feel like crap about her very small, very socially acceptable, very healthy, very functional, perfectly-good body. But, she does anyway, 15% of the time.

“I struggle. I wish that I didn’t,” Dutch Blitz writes. “I wish that the eighty-five percent became one hundred percent. That I could exude confidence and comfort. That I could stop looking at myself in such a harsh light. I want to be an example to my daughter.Then I think that maybe I am. Maybe, in my insecurity, I can show her that I am human too. That I see all of the pressure that is put onto women. That I, too, succumb to it sometimes.”

The beautiful part about it is that she knows her negative body feelings are illogical and self-defeating and she’s working her way out of it. She acknowledges the impact her poor body image will have on her daughter. But, she also acknowledges that adapting yet another standard of perfection, “how we must feel about ourselves,” isn’t much help to her daughter.

If we tell our daughters “beauty doesn’t matter at all,” they look at all the evidence around them and know that it’s a lie or a delusion. “Don’t have body issues,” isn’t a particularly effective strategy.

Beauty doesn’t matter, beauty shouldn’t matter.

Whatever.

We know that in a million ways it does. Our daughter’s know it too. We’re all susceptible to marketing and we all fall prey to the beauty ideal in some degree in our darkest moments.

To lie about those moments to our daughters will only make us less credible. To claim to be completely oblivious of beauty will backfire because they won’t trust our perception of the world.

Even if we don’t have a particularly negative self-image, we still mutter about someone’s baby that is so cute or whether we think a dress pretty.

They know, whether we acknowledge it or not, that who is pretty is the same as who is popular. By preschool, they are they are assessing who is nice and who they like in terms of who is prettiest.

We don’t live in isolated bubbles. And if we did most of us would opt for one that is pretty.

Beauty matters so much, in fact, that it can affect one’s job performance and their future income. To pretend that it doesn’t, makes our daughters stop trusting us.

We are imperfect and that is OK, appears to be Dutch Blitz’s message to her own daughter.

I think Dutch Blitz is right to believe she’ll have more success with the strategy of honesty.

Empowering Girls – Hillary Clinton

voting+karate+027.JPG

Hillary Clinton’s message to girls:

Don’t Quit.

Even when everyone keeps saying, “You’ll never win, you should just quit.”

Don’t.

Did Danica Patrick stop in the 470th lap in the Indie 500 because it was “impossible for her to win?”

NO. She may have lost, but she raced all the way to the finish line.

Did she quit racing after years and years of losing races?

NO. Eventually she won a race.

Every girl in the world should watch Hillary’s speech in West Virginia when she declared, I’m not going to quit!

More on Blog Fabulous about my need to see Hillary not quit.

Empowering Girls: Mommy/Daughter Day Report

Photo107.jpg

You’re always ignoring me. It’s inappropriate. It hurts my feelings and it makes me sad and mad. You should listen to me when I talk to you, Ainsley informed me during our Mommy/Daughter Day on Saturday.

You’re right. I’m sorry. You have a valid point and you have right to expect my attention. I was thinking about my work. It’s hard for me to stay in the present moment. My mind wanders. I was writing in my head. It’s terrible habit, I explained.

I don’t have that habit, she said.

You’re lucky, I told her. You never daydream? I asked.

I have. But it’s easy to stop, she said.

I’ll try harder. Thanks for being patient with me. I love you, I said.

I love you too, she said.

I tried my best to stay focused and only had ask her forgiveness a few times.

DSCN3207.JPG

We went garage saling and window shopping.

We went out for Chinese food.

She got her Orange Belt in Taekwondo. She forgot her jacket. She was brave. I was proud.

We went to McDonalds.

We went walking at the big park and ate handfuls of wild blackberries we found by the pond.

We came home and colored poster-sized kittens and puppies with fresh markers on the trampoline.

She said it was her favorite day and I thought it was awesome too.

Empowering Girls: Taekwondo Orange Belt

Ainsley passed her test for her Taekwondo Orange Belt on Saturday.

Of about 25 people testing for various levels of belt, there were four girls. She was the only girl her age and in her belt category.

I was extraordinarily proud of her.

We witnessed a middle-aged woman qualify for her black belt. Watching her achieve that skill level was so gratifying to both she and I. Ainsley was so excited to watch her break a board with her hand and her foot.

I H-E-A-R-T My Family

happy-mothers-day.gif

My family really shines on Mother’s Day. Especially my husband, who always puts a lot of effort into getting the children involved in doing something creative for me.

I woke to pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries, an 8X11 photo of my children spelling out each letter of “Happy Mother’s Day” in my office and “I Love You” in the kitchen.

I also got a small deep freeze!

Ainsley sang me as song called, My Mom.

I H-E-A-R-T my family.

I hope your Mother’s Day was as good as mine.