I was a bad bunny.
I’ll never forget the Easter I was determined to be the virtuous green goddess (aka diet culture) bunny.
Candy hidden in Easter eggs? No way.
Chocolate bunny in the Easter basket? Not a chance.
Jelly beans in the faux Easter grass? Nope.
Not for this clean mama and her disciples.
As our kids dashed around the yard looking for their eggs, suspense to see what was inside was mounting.
As they gathered on the grass to crack open their eggs, excitement dwindled as quickly as the air leaving a popped balloon.
“Where’s the candy?”
“Why is there fake sugar cereal in these?”
“At least there’s some money in a couple”.
The comments and discontent were verging on mutiny except they were (thankfully) too young to know how to organize and demand reparations.
Green goddess wasn’t going down that day though. It would take her some time to unlearn diet culture’s ways and it...
My daughter cuddled up to my side peering over my shoulder at the drawings of the “inside” boy parts. When I started rattling off names like seminal vesicle and vas deferans, I could sense that it was time to lighten up before the “big reveal”.
We had embarked on our homeschool version of the birds and the bees since official school lessons start next week. I switched over to the American Girl classic “The Care and Keeping of Us” so we could talk about deodorant and bras instead of male anatomy.
It’s been a couple of years since I looked at this book, but I have to say, American Girl got it wrong. Their language around weight and food isn’t ok. Let’s break it down with some direct quotes from the book (unfortunately this is just a small sampling of the MANY erroneous statements).
"We've been getting that chicken takeout a lot. Can we think of something else that's healthy, but would be a change? How about...
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