It seems like a fairly obvious thing, but apparently, for some moms, it isn't. If you want a daughter with a healthy sense of self and a good body image (and don't we all), do not give her a boob job for her seventh birthday.
Sarah Burge, better known as the "Human Barbie," a self-described plastic surgery junkie, is, unfortunately, also the mother of a 7-year-old girl who last year she taught to pole dance. Well this year, she did it one worse. She gave her 7-year-old a certificate good for one boob job when she is of age.
And if she has a naturally large rack? She can use it for the surgery of her choice. Awesome. Seriously mom, WHAT are you thinking?
As moms, we are the holders of our daughter's future body image. If she hears us calling ourselves fat or ugly or the myriad other ways we women find to insult ourselves on a daily basis, then guess what? She will feel badly about her body.
Very few women escape the body hatred. If you do, you're very, very lucky. Most of us do know that we don't want our daughters to suffer like we have.
As a person who was painfully skinny until I hit 15 and grew DD boobs, I remember well the confusion and discomfort with my body. But it wasn't until after my mother died when I was 16 and I comforted myself with vats of ice cream that I really understood what it was like to be "fat." Now, I wasn't fat. But in my group of friends, 160 pounds at 5'5" wasn't thin, either.
It was hard and I did a lot of self loathing and eventually binging and purging to get myself back under control. By 20, I was at a decent weight (145) without throwing up, and by 25, I was at my current healthy weight (around 130). But because I went through it once, I always feel like I could go back there again, and my worst nightmare would be to see my daughter suffer the same fate. It's awful to hate your body and something that can consume you if you let it.
Even now, when things get stressful, I find myself cutting veggies, making meal plans, and trying to control the one thing I can: my body. When I talk to my daughter, I focus on what her body can DO, not what it looks like. We talk about her strong legs and her athletic gifts and try not to tell her how pretty she is quite as often as we tell her how smart and capable she is. That is how you parent a girl.
A boob job? Not so much. I shudder to think of this girl in 10 years.
What do you think of giving a boob job to a 7-year-old?