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The Naked Truth
Yesterday, I had a parent-teacher meeting with my darling Fric’s teacher. While she is excelling in her academics and frightening me with her emotional and intellectual wisdom, she has been having problems with bullying.
As in those mean little beyotches at school are making my first born miserable.
My first reaction is to storm into the school, grab them by their scrawny little throats, throw them onto the sticky floor, sit on them and threaten to gob into their faces until they beg for forgiveness and cry for mercy until I let them up and stuff them into their messy little lockers.
However, I think there may be some kinda law about that so I decided to go with the grown up route and discuss the situation with the teachers instead.
If that doesn’t work, I’m putting on my combat boots and heading off to the school to show those little cows whose momma can roar the loudest.
Fric’s teacher is a young thing, with perky boobs and a waist I could probably circle with both of my small feminine hands and she is really pretty. She’s yet to fall into that vicious trap of giving up her youth, beauty and dignity to breeding small humans.
The competitive inner raging bitch in me tells me that I have to present myself in a good light in order to be taken seriously.
This means I can’t just storm into the school demanding for several preteen heads be served to me on a platter looking like a sloppy soccer mom whose gut is bulging out of the top of her pants and has enough grease in her ponytail to squeeze out and slather on the bottom of several baking dishes.
Which is how I normally look. Because why bother grooming oneself if the only persons who see you are the ones you sprung from your loins I am comfortable in my body and how I look.
But common sense and vanity told me the best way to make an impression on her was to NOT look homeless.
I have no qualms going shopping looking like a hillbilly. As long as my face is washed, my hair is combed and there is nothing in my teeth, I’m generally good to go to troll the aisles of the supermarket.
It’s not like my husband is coming home and I was going to get laid so I’d better get purdee fast.
The truth of the matter is I’m vain. I’m a decade older than Miss Perky Teacher. My insecurities can sometimes get the best of me.
I’m normal.
We all know women can be catty bitches. And even if my darling daughter’s teacher didn’t think anything would be amiss with me showing up au naturel, surely some other lady would see me and secretly scorn me.
That or those mean hyenas Fric goes to school with would race home and tell their mean-girl breeding momma’s that Fric’s mom showed up to school today and you should have seen how she looked! She looked so bad. She was wearing yoga pants with camel toe; dirty slippers and she had a giant zit right in the middle of her chin. I’m so going to steal her kid’s lunch money tomorrow and then make her cry about how ugly she and her mom are tomorrow at recess.
Which of course, would defeat the purpose of me going to school in the first place.
So I gussied up and headed in to the school. I mentally envisioned grabbing one of the little cows trouble makers by her hair and dunking her in the boy’s urinal when I bumped into one of the punks upon entering the class.
It was difficult but I managed to resist temptation.
I don’t know how fruitful my meeting with Fric’s teacher was, nor do I know if my daughter’s social situation will improve any time soon. But I do know that by showing up and addressing the problem, at the very least I brought the situation to light.
I want Fric to know her momma’s got her back at all times. Especially when the tough times roll on through town. I just wish there was something more I could do that wouldn’t land my ass into jail.
That’s not exactly the example I want to set for my kids.
As I was driving home from the school, I contemplated everything I had discussed with the teacher and everything Fric had told me. How my daughter is struggling to fit in and still be herself.
It’s something I struggled with growing up and still struggle with. Hence the war paint and fancy clothes to meet with another woman I barely knew. I want my daughter to be comfortable with who she is, how she looks and the person she will become.
I want her to be comfortable enough in her own skin to go grocery shopping with out a stitch of makeup while wearing her most comfortable pants.
I want her to know that it shouldn’t matter how she looks, it should only matter what she does. Even if society disagrees with me.
I want her to know that no matter how she looks she will always be good enough for me.
That is unless she starts dressing like a two bit hooker with goth-inspired makeup. Then we may have to talk.
This is why I’m taking up Sweetney’s challenge and showing you how it really is. What I really look like. And how I most normally look. Because this is it. The real me. The unvarnished truth.
If HBM, MotherBumper, Chocolate, and OTJ plus a whole other schwack of other great ladies can face their morning demons, then darn it, so can I.
Besides, I’m doing it for my daughter. Because she hasn’t been stuffed into a locker enough times, I feel the need to add fuel to the fire.
Heh heh.
The horns kinda itch first thing, so I generally have to scrub them off. Wouldn’t you know, they keep growing back each night. I don’t know what that is about.
It’s a well known fact I enjoy my rubber ducky time. Heh heh.
This is what greets my children, my dog, my husband and my mirror every morning once I’ve chased my demon away.
I’m learning to love her more every day.
March 14th, 2008 at 9:24 am
Dont forget Frac in this situation. I had the same issues in school when I was a kid but there was nobody there for me. Yes, girls can be worse but the boys can be bad too.
BTW, those morning demons you chased away, they dont know what they’re missing.
March 14th, 2008 at 9:34 am
Hard for me to read about you dealing with a muffin top or ugliness. Having met you IRL I know how gorgeous you are. And the picture confirms it (though personally I think the horns are kinda hot).
Let me know if the bullying gets worse. I might be able to sneak up there and “handle” things for you.
Oh shit. Can’t sneak now that our gov’ts are getting all pissy about ID when crossing the border.
March 14th, 2008 at 9:36 am
I hate when I don’t reread my comments before publishing.
It’s hard to read about how gross you think you look, because if you think you are I can only imagine what you must think of girls like me. You’re freaking hot baby. Own it.
March 14th, 2008 at 9:41 am
War paint heh, heh. I call it whore paint. Same thing.
March 14th, 2008 at 9:46 am
some of your links didnt work?
post a photo of me first thing in the morning? not a chance,I really am scary!
March 14th, 2008 at 9:46 am
If your daughter has one ounce of your beauty she will outshine them in the long run. I hope she realizes what a great best friend she has in you and aquires your humorous thick skin.
Sending lots of love up your way and praying that Fric makes it through puberty with her self esteem in tact.
March 14th, 2008 at 9:51 am
I’d do the photo thing except, well, I look exactly the same first thing in the morning as I do the rest of the day. I don’t wear makeup, I stuff my uncooperative hair into a ponytail, and that’s it. I was raised by hippies. I wouldn’t know how to put on war paint if I had to. Which is why I hope I never need to go to school and confront a perky teacher. I’d have to hire someone - maybe you! - to go in my place.
March 14th, 2008 at 9:53 am
Love the pics! I had to share with my husband, I may get lucky because of the tub one! Good Luck to Fric, little girls can be so bitchy!
March 14th, 2008 at 10:08 am
You are ravishing Tanis. Sans make-up and all.
We all worry about the bullying stuff with our kids. My daughter is so sensitive…I know that I will have to fight the urge to knock some heads myself. I feel the same about my son. He is in Special Education and man am I protective when it comes to that shit. His momma wil scrap if necessary. And I don’t pull hair or use fingernails!
March 14th, 2008 at 10:13 am
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March 14th, 2008 at 10:26 am
I wanted to comment…but…I’m stuck on the old lady tits….
March 14th, 2008 at 10:29 am
You are awesome!
The old lady ‘nekkid’ in the tub. I almost lost my lunch.
I’m so sorry for all the frustration your poor daughter is experiencing right now.
This was a fabulously written post and I applaud you in your au natural state, which is pretty damn cute if I do say so myself! Fabulous!!
March 14th, 2008 at 10:36 am
You should love yourself, darlin’. You’re gorgeous even first thing!
March 14th, 2008 at 10:42 am
Whatever. Get Fric in kung-fu and have her learn how to kick their asses. You may think I’m kidding, but I’m from Texas (that means I’m not kidding. we’re violent here.). One ass kicking should set those little bitches straight, especially if all she gets is detention or a temporary suspension. Or just have her bully back (that’ll learn em). She can say, “Oh, yeah, well Bobby said your vajayjay stinks!”
March 14th, 2008 at 10:55 am
The bullying thing is torture, for the kid and mom. My son is FOUR and dealing with it. I’d like to thank you for making me laugh today. It’s been a rough one and I appreciate it.
March 14th, 2008 at 11:06 am
OK. Photo #2 should have been hidden behind an advisory warning or something. I just had lunch for pete’s sake!
(Now the question is am I numbering from one, or from zero?)
wink wink.
March 14th, 2008 at 11:18 am
What you ought to do is rent a girl a few years old than Fric and her tormentors to give those lil’ bitches a dose of their own medicine. When my sister was being teased, I showed up at her bus stop and took the worst offender aside (by her wimpy little arm muscle) and told her that I heard that some girls were picking on my sister, and if she saw anyone bothering her, would she please let me know right away? Cause I will *cut* anyone who effs with my baby sister. Effing with her is my role, exclusively, understand? The girl’s eyes were big as silver dollars as she nodded and swallowed hard. No more problems there! Course, I was six years older, and so was also six years taller, fatter and meaner.
March 14th, 2008 at 11:24 am
The you that greets your family is beautiful. My girls tell me I look like a zombie in the mornings because I never take off my mascara at night. That and the red wine stains on my lips. I’m a wonderful example.
Now as to the meat of your post. Were you with us this morning as I spoke for ages with Bookangel about bullies, mean kids, being ‘in’ and ‘out’ of a crowd? I think you and I might be going thru some similar growing in our homes. I was actually going to try and write about it later after the kids are in bed and we have unpacked. I hate mean kids.
March 14th, 2008 at 11:28 am
You cheater! You brushed your hair. I’ve seen that mug enough times to know! Lol! Love you.
March 14th, 2008 at 11:45 am
Hee, I was already working on my post for this when I took a brake to fread blogs after having a nervous breakdown after watching my DVR’D recording of “Lost”.
My son was bullied last year adn my kids school took it very seriously. They nipped it right in the bud. Luckily, the parents of the boy are very concerned and were a great help at stopping it.
Kids suck. I wanted to reinact that scene with Rebecca Demornay where she tells the kid on the playground that she will rip out his effing throat if he keeps bullying, bat alas. I am the grownup and had to restrain.
March 14th, 2008 at 11:59 am
Mean kids suck. But you don’t. She’s lucky to have you in her corner … I hope things improve soon.
And, um, hawt first thing in the morning too?!? Boo is a lucky man.
March 14th, 2008 at 12:02 pm
you are beautiful au natural! i did this too, and the results? well, let’s just say that i’d be happy to swing by fric’s school at 8 am and scare the bejeezus out of those little shits.
March 14th, 2008 at 12:18 pm
all I have to say is that you are very incredibly pretty first thing in the morning, and if I woke up looking like that, I’d be more than pleased.
March 14th, 2008 at 12:35 pm
I’ve been known to phone other kids’ mothers. I have NO FAITH in schools’ abilities to handle bullies… of course, it does require more self-control than I thought I possesed not to shriek “CONTROL YOUR LITTLE BASTARD OR I’M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!” into the phone, but I manage.
March 14th, 2008 at 12:35 pm
Oh, and you look amazing for first thing in the morning… although that bathtub picture will be haunting my dreams.
March 14th, 2008 at 12:37 pm
I know this is a prompt and all, and everyone is telling you how pretty you are. And you are. But I have to say I was a little giddy reading the beginning of this. Thinking “Oh, YAY! Fric is getting picked on. …” And then I was like, what a beyoch I am for even having that thought! I don’t want people picking on your sweet girl any more than I want my sweet girl picking on someone else … and yet I knew you’d know just what to do and you were going to tell us. You know, so WE’D know just what to do.
March 14th, 2008 at 12:48 pm
Yeah. Julia comes home and tells me that someone said they’re not her friend anymore and I want to rip off heads and shit down necks.
I wish I looked like that in the morning.
March 14th, 2008 at 1:19 pm
You’re a good mother. My mother never once showed up for my parent-teacher conferences, and I was the introverted type who had skipped a grade and then my older brother died in a car accident which made me prone to crying (a lot), so I was an easy target. I survived though…and now when I run into Ye Olde Classmates from Hell, they usually say “Oh, you were so sweet. I wish I had known you better.” And all I can say is WTF.
I found your blog via the Bloggies (congrats on the win!). Fortunately I have a low-key work environment so I spent yesterday and today working my way thru your archives, alternately laughing like a hyena or crying like I was 12 y.o. again.
And I’m amazed to learn that y’all have hillbillies *and* rednecks in Canada. I thought both species were only found here in the American South!
March 14th, 2008 at 2:03 pm
I would post my photo, but won’t for fear that you all would think I had coated the bags under my eyes with coffee grounds, instead of putting them in the pot for brewing.
You, however, are just lovely.
March 14th, 2008 at 2:11 pm
How’d you get that picture of me in my bathtub? Sheesh, you owe me royalties now!
March 14th, 2008 at 3:09 pm
First of all, my mom actually DID do that to a bully one time, and while DEFINITELY frowned upon, it was VERY effective. Nobody screws with the kid whose mother is crazy.
Second of all, the first two pictures scarred me for life. Thanks for that.
Third of all? SHUT UP, YOU ARE GORGEOUS AND I WOULD DO YOU IN A HEARTBEAT. Seriously. I’m not a charitable person at all, so you know it’s the truth
March 14th, 2008 at 3:42 pm
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March 14th, 2008 at 3:46 pm
BUHAHAHAHA. OHDEARGOD the old ladie boobs. Nice.
March 14th, 2008 at 4:00 pm
I like #2 better
March 14th, 2008 at 4:06 pm
Washed face? Combed hair? You DO go through a lot of fuss for the grocery store. Lovely photo — the last one, if you need clarification.
March 14th, 2008 at 5:04 pm
Honestly, I’m sort of puking over here over how AWESOME you look when you first wake up. And yes, all caps was necessary for the word ‘awesome’ just now.
March 14th, 2008 at 6:23 pm
I bet you Fric’s mamma looks better than her friend’s mammas.
March 14th, 2008 at 6:47 pm
Good on you! I too start my day the same way, with no makeup and topless… It sends a message that being yourself is the most important thing you can learn to appreciate as you get older. All these shows promoting plastic surgery and the paparazzi criticizing women for being “Ugly” without make-up can make a girl very confused. It’s horrible. Nothing looks better than a natural woman… The same way men look on a daily basis…
As for the bullying, I remember getting pushed around at school but once I realized my mother had my back, it made life a whole lot more desirable. Everyone left me alone.
March 14th, 2008 at 6:48 pm
Well, shoot. I wish I looked that good in the morning. Or in the afternoon. ;^) You go, mama lion!
March 14th, 2008 at 6:49 pm
Oh babe, girls are bitches. And then they grow up and breed bitches. What I have found is everyone has to have their turn. Someone is ALWAYS on the outer, it depends on how the one on the outer reacts to it on how long they are there.
It is her turn now, sucky as it is, and it will blow over soon. Honestly.
Just be there for her, talk to her and do what she asks. Not buy her a pony sorta asking but go to the school if she asks you to, but not if she doesn’t. And I am sending huge pus filled zit vibes to the little asshats that are making her life hell right now.
Oh, and lastly, Hawt Damn you look amazing first thing in the morning!
March 14th, 2008 at 7:04 pm
We’re dealing with little-girl bullies, too… Pre-teenage-hood is truly the worst. Problem is, I was the one who was bullied years ago, and so to see it happening all over again to my own first-born brings on a rage so intense, it is hard for me to keep it in-check.
We’ve been dealing with this issue for several years now. Problem is, in a small town, we’ve got “slim pickins” in the friendship department. My eldest gets stuck with the same damn group of little b*tches every, single year. And it’s not getting easier for her– or for me.
I’ve decided that “being nice” isn’t what it’s cracked up to be, when it comes to dealing with this issue. I’ve started being much more vocal about the problem, and as MamaT so beautifully put it… I’m at the point now where I’m READY to rip off some heads, and sh*t down some necks.
The squeaky wheel gets the oil… It will be interesting to see what this Roaring Mother Lion gets once we resume from March Break.
Good luck, Redneck… I’ll be thinking of you and your daughter.
xo CGF
March 14th, 2008 at 7:06 pm
I wish I looked half as good!
March 14th, 2008 at 7:43 pm
Ugh. Bullies just suck. She’ll come out stronger in the end, she just can’t let them keep her down (*cough* and the school needs to clamp down on that crap too *cough*). Keep you’re head up, Fric!
You look great without makeup, what are you talking about?!?
March 14th, 2008 at 7:49 pm
Um, what Beth said. I wish I looked HALF that good.
I also wish my mom had had my back in school. She usually thought it was my fault. I had a “bad temper” doncha know. Therefore, when I was tormented and had the gall to get mad, it was MY fault.
My kids also go through this. I found myself telling them the same stupid stuff. “Just ignore them.”
Last night, I told them not to antagonize the GIRL (two years older) who messed with them.
Then, I felt awful.
This morning, I told them to let me know if she did ANYTHING and I’d deal with it. I realized that I was perpetuating a VERY bad habit. Ignore the problem and it will go away right?
No.
Fric is VERY lucky to have you.
March 14th, 2008 at 7:55 pm
You’re gorgeous. So is that girl of yours.
March 14th, 2008 at 8:43 pm
I’m the same way as far as ‘having my girls backs’. It was always hard to explain to them why some girls had to be so mean. I tried to explain to her how she was the ‘better’ person for being nice and sweet. My oldest one now though totally understands - she ran into one of the girls that gave her so much grief in High School the other day. They go to the same college. My daughter has grown into the most beautiful, pleasant to be around most wonderful daughter ever that is about to graduate in May where as the nasty girl from High School is just as nasty now. Fat from too much beer and running behind on where she should be graduating too. See, what comes around goes around! And I’ve always been there too, waiting, just in case I needed to whoop some butt!
March 14th, 2008 at 9:39 pm
Shit! Just send that demon child from the 2nd pic after them. Believe me after seeing that they’ll never pick on your baby again.
March 14th, 2008 at 10:23 pm
My daughter is a lot like her mother. My daughter is a little shy around people until she gets comfortable and my wife is like that as well. My wife also cares greatly what other people think - which causes her a lot of angst that is just wasted energy, in my opinion.
My greatest hope for my daughter is that she will love who she is and be the most confident young woman she can be, in spite of all the negative influences girls face today.
Good luck raising a daughter. I, personally, think you’re doing a great job!
March 15th, 2008 at 12:43 am
You’re beautiful and you look just like your daughter - who is so lucky to have you. Girls are hard, aren’t they? So much to worry about, not wanting to pass on our own “stuff” and protect them all at the same time. Even at 4, I can see it coming. . . you are doing a great job.
March 15th, 2008 at 2:17 am
I knew that your tits would be that awesome. You so sexy in the tub.
(Oh, and that lady in the last picture? She cute. Who she?)
March 15th, 2008 at 6:42 am
Yep, that’s pretty much how I remember you.
There’s still no way I’m doing this. Right now my hair is sticking up at odd angles and I’ve got pregnancy mask. Not pretty. But you’re smokin’ no matter what, hon.
March 15th, 2008 at 8:37 am
Dude, you are one sexxy chickadee.
We’re dealing with the same problems with Ben at school, and I’ll be the first to tell you (like you didn’t already know), it sucks balls. And not in a good way.
You want so badly to protect your kids from what assholes the rest of the world can be and when you can’t, it just hurts.
I’m sorry, darlin.
March 15th, 2008 at 9:57 am
I am loving this challenge. It is so interesting, so true. If only I posted pictures, I would totally be in.
And bullying is a tough call, isn’t it? Because you know on one hand, it can be escalated by interference, but on the other hand, you can’t just let it go. I’ve never really heard a satisfactory answer, but I think making sure the teacher has her eyes opened to it is the best first step. Maybe she has some professional secrets or can come down on that behaviour in a general fashion and try to make her room a no-picking-on-people zone.
March 15th, 2008 at 7:14 pm
I was relentlessly teased as a little girl- smart girl, fat, stupid, skinny, mean, nice, etc. No way to get out of being– whatever. I then got a little older (13) kicked some boy and girl ass, and changed schools to become wacky popular (not really any better than the other as I was super introverted with other kids). It will pass as long as she is given the proper support at school. I was a 70’s alternative school kid and the teachers believed that we should work it out on our own. BULLSHIT! NO WAY can children work that out. They NEED guidance and correction. Keep hounding “hottie teacher” and let her know who’s boss.
March 15th, 2008 at 7:41 pm
I don’t even want to think about girl-bullies. Maybe you can drop some burning poop-filled diapers (sent be me) on their doorsteps and ring the bell?
Just be sure you’re not topless if you get caught…
March 16th, 2008 at 1:12 am
Ummm…I think you cropped that picture a bit too high.
As for the bully…being from Jersey originally––I know people who can take care of that problem for you and leave no evidence in their wake.
March 16th, 2008 at 2:59 am
I think you look lovely in your morning photo!
I had some issues with the “mean girls” in junior high, but as soon as I realized I had as little interest in being friends with them as they did with me I found a really great group of friends that I’m still close with now (as we all graduate from university).
March 16th, 2008 at 1:47 pm
Great story… and, yes, you are a pretty lady… inside and out.
March 16th, 2008 at 4:33 pm
Awww…this makes me want to break out my camera first thing in the morning and, and, defiNOTly take a picture of myself. I wouldn’t want to crash anyone’s hard drive.
March 16th, 2008 at 4:34 pm
I failed to mention how lovely you are, though this goes without saying. Not a stitch of makeup and look at you! A vision!
March 16th, 2008 at 5:29 pm
Curse the Barbie creator! What an uphill battle our daughters face!
But you are lovely. And confidence is always the prettiest makeup.
March 16th, 2008 at 7:46 pm
I didn’t know about this challege and posted a flu pic of myself at the end of the day http://snowflake37.wordpress.com/2008/03/11/typhoid-wb/.
Wish I looked that good normally hon
As for the mean girls in high school - I have friends out your area that can help with that…let me know.
March 16th, 2008 at 8:29 pm
I don’t know … I kind of like the horns, actually. And they would be most effective in making the point to the bullying little cows.
As for the second photo … if only I looked that great when I get up in the morning. Sadly, the six-year-old, bent and twisted spectacles somewhat diminish my natural gorgeousness.
March 17th, 2008 at 8:29 am
We’ve already had issues with the bullying, in second grade. Thankfully my daughter’s teacher (and the school) stepped in already without me having to say anything to them. I just have to deal with the heartbreak at home. My daughter is skinny and smart and a bit socially awkward, and since I was the same way I know so well what she’s going through now and how bad it will be and I dread middle school. Major props to you for showing your daughter you’ve got her back.
And you in the morning? Beeyootiful.
March 17th, 2008 at 9:50 am
I went to a catholic school in an other town, the rich town. I was looked at as the spawn of Judas. I didnt have my parents backing since everyone knew you went to catholic school either because you were privileged, or were damaged goods, and if you were the latter, it was better than reform school, so dont say anything about the nuns beating you up, you would catch hell later at home.
But when my kids were growing up, I had their backs, and yes,m the boys were much easier than my daughter. And when she became a cheerleader, it was 100 times worse. I mean, girls can be such BITCHES, real devil seed.
But still, I was the one that went to the school with problems regarding her, and at the least it showed others that I was an irrational parent not to be F’d with. The irrational part kids understand, since when their parents get irrational, thats when they get punished, so when they see your face turn beet red, eyes bulging out held lightly by the optic cord, then they know “he is one mean muther f’r, dont mess with him.
So keep at it, and besides, the teachers also know do they want to have peace with the snivling kid, or be at odds with the irrational parent that actually knows how to pull a soprano on them and their car!
March 17th, 2008 at 11:43 am
I think you look gorgeous.
March 17th, 2008 at 4:42 pm
Grandma better be careful or she could poke someone’s eye out with that thing, well if they are beneath her anyway.
March 17th, 2008 at 6:57 pm
You did NOT post that picture of that narsty old lady in the bathtub. You did NOT!
You’re freaking FABULOUS. GORRRRRRRRJ!
March 17th, 2008 at 6:59 pm
And, I really really hope Fric’s problems at school get better. I’m sorry to hear she’s going through that. She’s lucky she has such a strong wise mama to guide her through it.
March 18th, 2008 at 11:21 am
* gets on the table and screams *
YOU GO GIRL!!!!
All our chillun’s need fierce mamas like you! WOOT!
March 18th, 2008 at 2:59 pm
I love reading these stories. We struggle with the same thing. It’s hard finding the right balance of intervention and letting them learn.
March 18th, 2008 at 4:40 pm
LET ME AT THE BEE-OCHES. Seriously. These little tramps are on my list now, sister.
We’ve had the bullying thing happen in our house and it can be hell. It is now official, the girls that are causing your sweet girl pain on on WHITE TRASH MOM’s LIST. Cuz when you mess with one of my friends, you mess with the whole damn trailer park. Hang in there and keep a close eye on your kid—-email me if you want to talk trash.
March 18th, 2008 at 7:23 pm
This is such a great post and you sound like a wonderful mom! I totally agree with you about wanting to teach your daughter to be comfortable and happy with herself. My daughter is eleven, and I can already see girls at her school becoming obsessed with their looks and clothes and such. It worries me what kids have to deal with today. All I can do is love her and talk to her and try to be an example for her. I look forward to reading more of your blog.
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I met you in person and I know you’re gorgeous so don’t try to fool us, lady. That isn’t you in the bathtub.
(seriously, you are frigging beautiful!)
March 27th, 2008 at 6:03 am
[…] Truthiness, which (go look) are strikingly beautiful. I love these REAL photos; some are quite funny. Every word here is a different picture., I decided to post my own, first-thing-in the […]