My head just about came off. This child is 5 feet, 5 1/2 inches tall and weighs about 95 pounds. She plays every sport imaginable and is the epitome of health. After I calmed myself down, I talked to her about why she viewed herself that way, and that her health and strength are positives. I told her - again - how comparing herself to anyone else is destructive and that God made her unique and individual. (Yes, I got the tween eye roll a few times, but I hope my message got through.)
She went upstairs to read and I sat on the couch, perplexed. Where in the world does she get this stuff? I enjoy fashion magazines sometimes, but I flip through them and get rid of them. The only ones allowed to stay in my magazine rack are Sports Illustrated, Natural Health, and Women's Day. And I am fairly sure she doesn't give those the time of day. And she watches TV, but quite frankly, a lot of sports and iCarly. Nothing that I can think is too damaging.
As far as her home life, her mother is a Certified Nutrition Consultant and her dad a former baseball player who is adamant about a healthy lifestyle. We talk with our kids about listening to what your body really needs, getting lots of fruits and vegetables, and I'm sure they are sick of the words "moderation" and "balance." Words like "skinny and fat" are banned from our home. I am adamant about making life about how we care for ourselves, our relationships, and not how we look.
My best guess at this point is that she is in 7th grade this year. She has gone to the same private school since pre-school and many of these kids I have seen grow from age 4 to age 12 and 13. And this year has been the most interesting to watch. They are going from round faced little kids to gangly tweens almost overnight. And for whatever reason, this age seems to be when they become extremely aware of how they look, as well as how everyone else around them looks. My daughter never once before cared if her clothes matched, if her shoes were the same as anyone else's, or if her hair looked remotely clean. Now she wants a hairstyle, a certain backpack from a specific store, and skinny jeans. Quite frankly, I am fine with all of the above, and I understand it as a part of growing up. But when did this obsession with weight and being thin truly begin?
I said to my husband the other day that I don't ever remember talking about or even thinking about calories, fat, or fat and skinny when I was growing up. I grew up with a dad who never stopped moving. He loved to play basketball, tennis, lift weights, and swim. And I believe whole heartedly he did it because he loved it, not because he was counting calories and needed to watch his weight. My mother taught us to eat healthy and, although we were allowed to watch TV, we spent most of our time outside riding bikes, swimming, or playing. But I have no memories of conversations that centered around weight or being thin.
I was enlightened not long ago at a middle school event at my daughter's school. There was a back to school barbecue before the high school football game that evening. A group of moms, including myself, helped pass out hot dogs, chips, fruit, and cookies. I happened to be at the end of the line serving cookies. As I stood and asked each person if they would like a cookie, I noticed that most people looked at the cookie in my hand as if it were a live grenade. And I heard comments like, "No, I shouldn't," or "Well, I'll have one, but it's a good thing I got on the treadmill this morning," or "That has WAY too many calories." And these were comments from 12 year-olds! And not just from the girls. I left the event in shock. I sat at the football game later talking to my friend, who happened to be serving the fruit, about how no one seemed to think that the entire meal wasn't all that healthy, except for the fruit, but no one seemed to mind eating the rest of it. The cookie was the evil one. I went home feeling sad and somewhat hopeless. One of the girls in my daughter's class I know has struggled with an eating disorder and I only wonder how many more do as well.
So where are they learning it? Can we blame the media? I realize that the hot topics in our country are obesity and weight, but is that the true problem? Are we as parents not teaching our kids about confidence in who they are without ever involving their looks? Or are we simply battling their peer group which at times can seem absolutely unbeatable? Is it because we as adults get just as sucked-in to how society tells us we should look at a certain age or how fast we women are supposed to lose our baby weight after having kids? (I think the latest I read is 3 weeks - ridiculous.) I truly wish I knew.
What I do know is that I struggled with my weight for a long time and only recently learned something about myself. And it was as simple as a friend saying to me, "You're not fat." Those words have changed my entire view of myself. I realized that for almost 20 years I have viewed myself as a fat person who needs to always be working at losing weight, reaching a number, or looking a certain way. I have always focused on a healthy lifestyle, even studying Nutrition to be more educated. But as soon as I said to myself, "I'm not fat," my whole perspective changed. Do I want to take care of myself and be healthy and strong? Absolutely. But am I fat? No. I let two comments from unkind people in the past stick with me for SO long and make me believe that I was something I am not.
So for me, I am going to attempt to teach my children that their goal in life is not to be skinny, or not end up fat. Their goal is to care for the body God gave them, trust that their body is designed and created to tell them what it needs, and that life is not about how they look. Can I battle the juggernauts that are the media and peer pressure and win? Maybe not. But I will go to my grave trying.
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