Originally posted on So Tuachair:
I don’t know you. None of us on the internet really do – we know your smile, that your father called you his little girl and that, despite what some may say, you were named after a video game and not the First Flapper. We’ve heard you laugh and tease…
If you’re thinking that this post is about how I’m lamenting that I’m not skinny, that I don’t look like the women that I’m told to look like, let me tell you that you’re wrong.
This is about lamenting that I ever felt that I needed to look a certain way because something said so. This is what is wrong with how we treat young women today. We refuse to understand how impressionable a child is.