Let Kids Be Kids

This blog is not a platform for my political or religious views. It is not a place where I pass judgment on others or talk about my views on family and motherhood. It is a record {mostly for my own self indulgence} of all the creative projects that I like to try.

However, I do have one long term project that I am struggling to get just right.

Is it just me or is raising girls getting harder. I sometimes forget what it was like to be a little girl, I'm too busy trying to be a wife and mother, let alone a woman. In this world where at times I have felt I should be curvier; skinnier; shorter; taller; perkier; sexier; stronger; softer; smoother; browner; fuller; bouncier and prettier, it's natural that I am often drowning in a sea of inadequate. By some miracle {despite fashion magazines, peer pressure and advertising} I made it relatively unscathed through puberty, but now I am a mother. I have babies that are targeted with completely inappropriate products and messages. That is why I am going on the record.






I vote for more of

I am not against pageants, modelling, performing, competition, dancing, dressing up or anything else some girls adore, in fact I've done all those things. But for little girls string bikinis with padding is not ok. Sneakers that tone your legs and bottom are not ok. Spray tanning, teeth whitening and waxing is not ok and lingerie (even when it's called loungerie) is wrong. Absolutely wrong. Let them feel perfectly adequet for a while longer. That's what I say.




(photos: jours-apres-lunes.com; vogue; )