Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Raising a daughter is terrifying.

When I was pregnant with Abigail, there were a few instances of total pregnancy hormones panic I had that I would be bringing her into a world that now more than ever seems unsafe, mean and depressing. Between school shootings, online bullying and diseases, what kind of life was I going to be able to give my child? I know I can’t protect her forever and there will be a time when I have to let her experience the world on her own, just as my parents did and that terrifies me.

Raising a daughter is a scary job. I want my daughter to know that she is beautiful inside and out, no matter what. No matter her age, her height, her weight or her hair color. No matter what the mean girls from middle school say and no matter what the bully’s online post to their walls.

After reading countless news stories on the Miss USA pageant that aired this week, I know this task is going to be harder than ever.

I was reading one of my very favorite blogs this morning and this article really got me thinking, so I am going to go ahead and piggy back off of it for a hot minute.

Miss Indiana, Mekayla Diehl was in the pageant that aired on Sunday. She is a beautiful, 5’8 size 4 woman who strutted her stuff across the stage that night along with dozens of other beautiful women and the internet quickly started buzzing. Mekayla was praised for being a ‘normal’ size. A regular, curvy girl, considered brave for stepping out in a bikini and showing the world that you don’t have to be stick thin to be a beauty queen.

This entire concept blows my mind.

How is 5’8 and a size 4 the norm? It isn’t. Maybe it is for your body. But not for everyones. 

We are essentially telling all girls/women that if they aren’t within these parameters, they aren’t normal. So when my daughter, who will more than likely develop her father’s height and her mother’s waistline (sorry, kid!) sprouts up to 5’7, but is a size 8, I have to worry about someone telling her she is abnormal? I have to worry about crushing her dreams of becoming the next Miss USA because she doesn’t fit the requirements of a beauty queen?

I make it a point to tell my baby that she is beautiful every single day. And I will continue to do so, every day until I'm not longer able to speak.

Normal. What an ugly word. Who choses what is normal and what isn’t? 
I don’t think anyone has the right to.







1 comment:

  1. This is such a great post! I also have a daughter that just turned 13 months and I am scared to death to have her grow up! When I was pregnant and we found out that we were going to have a daughter, I was so happy and then just started crying because I know how crazy this world has turned! Can't we just keep them in bubble?? UGHHHH

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