WARNING: This post deals with eating disorders and “thinspiration”. It may be triggering for some people.
My daughter is three-years-old.
She has an amber-tinged head of ringlets that she wants to grow longer like Ana’s hair in Frozen. She has just started pre-school this term, where she is learning to sit with her legs crossed like a big girl.
She clings to my leg like a sea urchin when people remark on her big eyes and long lashes. And she informed me the other day, quite casually, that she was fat.
“Mama I ate too much. Look at my big fat tummy,” she told me.
My heart went cold. She is three. The idea of a girl barely past toddler-hood being so self-aware left me stunned.
It bothered me because I know eating disorders. It bothered me because I know the battle with food intimately. I know the torture of being hyper sensitive to every fold of flesh. I know the endurance test of bingeing and purging and the exhausting fight to exercise for hours on end.
I lived this for over a decade. Several hospital admissions, many rooms filled with voices talking, treatment, programs, behavioural therapy, mindfulness. I’ve been there.
I’m good now. But having a daughter makes you wonder how she will be. It makes you extremely cautious about how to tread in the future. I worry about how I act. I worry about how we talk about food. I worry about her perceptions of herself.
What I DON’T worry about? Is what she plays with.
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Hmmm I hope my boys don't think they need to grow up with big muscles like those in their Hulk dress ups. And what if they think they should be green!!!!
I signed the petition but I also get where the author is coming from. She has revealed she suffers from mental health issues and as a result is hyper sensitive to issues related to food. And we know that eating disorders are largely inherited so she has every right to be concerned that her daughter will follow her foot steps.