Imagine that I find myself sitting in a small enclosed room with my children, and I’m forced to watch helplessly while people light up cigarettes and blow smoke directly in our face. Week, after week, after week.
And imagine that my kids start telling me that they feel short of breath…and then they start developing coughs.
And imagine how I, as a parent, begin to worry about all of the horrible long term effects of this situation.
That’s how I feel every time I have my kids with me in the check out line at the grocery store.
Here we are, stuck in this small space, with magazines blowing FLESH and AIRBRUSH and PHOTOSHOP and DIET and LOSE WEIGHT right in our faces.
And my daughter looks around, and looks up at me and says, “I need to lose weight in my stomach.”
And I’m imagining all of the horrible long term effects of this situation.
Because 15 years after exposure to cigarette smoke, her lungs would be clean. But I cannot say the same about damage to self-esteem and body-image after exposure to unrealistic expectations.
There are some truly inspirational women in politics, science and business right now. Not one of them graced a magazine this weekend. Hell, there wasn’t even a man on any of the magazines we spent time with this weekend. I would have welcomed anything besides a dozen magazines telling my daughter how to diet.
Grocery stores, you’ve given me a parking spot close in so I can safely and efficiently get myself and my child in the store. I appreciate it, but I’d appreciate it even more if you’d help us check out safely.
Angie, being Angie. A perfectly imperfect woman, daughter, friend, mother, and wife. I’m a lover and a fighter. I’m up, and I’m down. I succeed. I fuck up. (I cuss). I hope people see things here and in my writing they only think to themselves and are inspired to be unashamed of who they are.
Let’s live life… out loud.