
The socialites who write personal essays for Vogue aren't known for their kindness and humility, but Dara-Lynn Weiss, who opened up about putting her 7-year-old daughter on a Weight Watchers-style diet in Vogue's April issue, has to go down in history as the one of the most fucked up, selfish women to ever grace the magazine's pages. Weiss' initial quandary is a complicated one, to be sure: what do you do if your pediatrician tells you your child is clinically obese? But the justifications to which Weiss clings as she describes the abrasive, often irrational weight-loss strategies she imposed upon her young daughter are truly disgusting, as is the obvious fact that Weiss was projecting her hatred of her own body onto her child throughout her year-long diet. The ickiness of the essay is only overshadowed by the accompanying photos, in which Weiss and her now-slender daughter — who even Weiss admits is traumatized by the events of the past year — don miniskirts and giggle girlishly over tea.
According to the CDC, approximately 17 percent of American children are obese, which means their BMI lies in the ninety-fifth percentile or higher for their age and height. Weiss' daughter, Bea, fell in the ninety-ninth percentile at 93 lbs and 4'4'' inches tall, therefore putting her at a risk of developing high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and type two diabetes. Weiss writes that everyone supported her long-term mission to get Bea to a healthy weight, but that "no one seems to approve of my methods." Perhaps that's because Weiss' "methods" were draconian, immature, and affected by her own dysfunctional attitude toward food. "All I really had to do was give Bea less to eat," Weiss writes. But it wasn't that easy:
I once reproachfully deprived Bea of her dinner after learning that her observation of French Heritage Day at school involved nearly 800 calories of Brie, filet mignon, baguette, and chocolate. I stopped letting her enjoy Pizza Fridays when she admitted to adding a corn salad as a side dish one week. I dressed down a Starbucks barista when he professed ignorance of the nutrition content of the kids' hot chocolate whose calories are listed as "120-210" on the menu board: Well, which is it? When he couldn't provide an answer, I dramatically grabbed the drink out of my daughter's hands, poured it into the garbage, and stormed out.
I cringe when I recall the many times I had it out with Bea over a snack given to her by a friend's parent or caregiver … rather than direct my irritation at the grown-up, I often derided Bea for not refusing the inappropriate snack. And there have been many awkward moments at parties, when Bea has wanted to eat, say, both cookies and cake, and I've engaged in a heated public discussion about why she can't.
Sounds rough, right? It was — for Weiss. "It is grating to have someone constantly complain of being hungry, or refuse to eat what she's supposed to, month after month," she writes. It was also "exhausting managing someone's diet, especially when her brother has completely different nutritional needs." And then you have the embarrassment, as "no one likes to see a child or her mother humiliated over something as trivial as a few dozen calories." Weiss only has herself to blame for her humiliation, although it's unsurprising that she would make the issue about herself. "Who was I to teach a little girl how to maintain a healthy weight and body image?" she asks, given that she's spent the past three decades "[hating] how my body looked and [devoting] an inordinate amount of time trying to change it." Among other destructive habits, Weiss took laxatives as a teen and "begged" a doctor friend to score her appetite suppressants that had been proven to cause heart-valve defects. "I have not ingested any food, looked at a restaurant menu, or been sick to the point of vomiting without silently launching a complicated mental algorithm about how it will affect my weight," she admits. One wonders if posing in Vogue with her skinny daughter who "looks great" and "seems to take enormous pride in her appearance" has made her feel any better about herself.
A year later, Bea is sixteen pounds lighter and two inches taller, and has been rewarded with "the purchase of many new dresses" and a feather hair extension. But is she happy? "Only time will tell whether my early intervention saved her from a life of preoccupation with her weight, or drove her to it," Weiss says, but I don't think that's true. While reading Weiss' endless excuses for putting her daughter through hell (one example: "She didn't strike anyone as ‘obese,' but, in truth, I liked that the word carries a scary, diagnostic tone"), I kept wondering what Bea thought of all of this. I didn't expect to hear her point of view. But then I got to the end:
For Bea, the achievement is bittersweet. When I ask her if she likes how she looks now, if she's proud of what she's accomplished, she says yes...Even so, the person she used to be still weighs on her. Tears of pain fill her eyes as she reflects on her yearlong journey. "That's still me," she says of her former self. "I'm not a different person just because I lost sixteen pounds." I protest that, indeed, she is different. At this moment, that fat girl is a thing of the past. A tear rolls down her beautiful cheek, past the glued-in feather. "Just because it's in the past," she says, "doesn't mean it didn't happen."
I called Dr. Dolgoff, the founder of "Red Light, Green Light, Eat Right," the Weight Watchers-style program that Bea based her diet upon, to hear what she thought of the piece. She said that while Weiss "clearly loved and wanted the best for her daughter," she "wasn't thrilled" by the article, especially since it somewhat misleadingly portrayed her program, which focuses on empowering children, stresses that parents refrain from embarrassing their kids in public, and allows kids a number of indulgences to enjoy with friends. "The program has to be run by the child," she said, "and the truth is that making a child feel bad only causes problems. It's not going to help with weight loss, and it's definitely not going to help the child emotionally."
Perhaps that's why Weiss and her daughter only used the program — which suggests parents come up with a "code word" to remind their children of their diet in public settings and, failing that, let them make their own decisions and discuss them later during doctors appointments — for a few months. "The parents aren't supposed to react in public," Dolgoff said. "They're supposed to be on their child's team. Another parent in [Weiss'] situation may have seen that, while weight loss was progressing, there were some emotional issues. But she chose to continue dieting in her own way. I believe that if she had continued coming, the end result would have been more than just weight loss: she'd have weight loss and a happy child." Perhaps she would — but then she might not have her Vogue byline.
Source Forgot to include in my first submission -- oops!
People wonder why little girls grow up with such shitty self-image. You have to start somewhere. This poor, poor girl. I can only hope that she learns self-acceptance from someone because her mother sure as fuck isn't doing it for her. I understand that the mother has her own issues to work through, but holy shit, the way to do that is not by fostering the same insecurities in her own child.
Just... god. I don't know what else to say.
Edited at 2012-03-25 04:20 pm (UTC)
I feel so bad for this little girl.
"I dramatically grabbed the drink out of my daughter's hands, poured it into the garbage, and stormed out."
.... this lady wrote this herself, with these little creative flourishes like describing her actions as DRAMATIC. She sat at her desk, typing this up, going "yeah, this is awesome, I am a genius. Everyone is going to love this article about my plight!"
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRARGH
Many young girls are fed horrible, fucked-up messages about their weight and body image. My seven year old niece has already started talking about her weight. Last time I went to my sister's, she was bathing the kids, and my niece apparently slapped her thigh and said 'look how wobbly that is, mum'. I nearly cried when my sis told me about it.
I was never encouraged to diet, worry about my weight or appearance or anything like that - but it's hard, if not almost impossible, to escape societal influences. I don't really want to actively lose weight, but I always feel 'happy' if something that was too small now fits me, or I seem to have lost weight, or my abdomen feels/looks flatter.
Edited at 2012-03-25 04:35 pm (UTC)
ETA Ok, apologies for my callous offhand comment, cause I went back and read the article and holy shit, that poor little girl.
"That's still me," she says of her former self. "I'm not a different person just because I lost sixteen pounds." I protest that, indeed, she is different. At this moment, that fat girl is a thing of the past. A tear rolls down her beautiful cheek, past the glued-in feather. "Just because it's in the past," she says, "doesn't mean it didn't happen."
Breaks my heart. Poor kid.
Edited at 2012-03-25 04:46 pm (UTC)
But I will never be happy with how I look and that was being told I was fat by family etc at 10. Bea will go either way, too fat to rebel against her mother or too thin as she will be too scared to eat (and I got to goal weight with weight watchers and got so paranoid I let it all go)!
I would not be at all surprised if she developed an ED. Between the societal pressures and the pressure from her mom (and seeing her mom's disordered eating behaviors) the odds are not really in her favor.
I found the "this whole dieting thing was SO hard on me omg" angle was especially disgusting. Who cares about the emotional well-being of her daughter, right? I wonder if the mom has let up on her food-policing at all now that she's lost a lot of weight, or if she's still pushing her not to gain back any of the weight.
It was child abuse then, when my Mom did it to me, and it's child abuse now.
But then, I get the impression that it would be just as agonizing and obnoxious as the way this parent calorie-counted the child to smithereens (e.g., framing active living in a way that obsesses over "work-outs" and "fitness" rather than just a question of increased child-centric activities like bike-riding or playing tag for an hour).
This mother appeared to take the reverse approach. o_O
(OT: ZOMG!Riddick!)
So you're punishing the child for eating vegetables?
Unless that corn salad was loaded down with a zillion calories, that probably meant she ate LESS of the pizza. and maybe would pick the corn salad in other occasions.
WTF.
(I'm also more confused because it could either be salad made with corn OR it could be a type of field greens called corn salad. if its the field greens, which it could be at a school serving filet mignon, that's REALLY crazy to flip over)
(I need better brunette Upper East Sider gifs)
I don't really think you need to wait. You put this idea that she's not good enough, not pretty enough, not thin enough, in the head of a 7 year old girl. You've not just changed her weight, you've changed her soul. You bought right into the notion that her worth and achievement are directly tied to her looks and weight, and she isn't likely to forget it.
Much like I haven't forgotten that, in spite of getting the highest grades being the only kid in my class in the gifted program and reading two grades beyond my level despite being a year younger than everyone else, my teacher's comment on my last first grade report card was to for my parents to make sure I get out that summer, "[schmanda] needs to lose some lbs."
Or much like my mother (turning 60 this year) has, through tears, recited to me her whole life all the slings she suffered from childhood, from people who should have known better, about her weight and appearance. Even on her wedding day, though arguably said in jest, she was on the end of cruel-as-hell comments, and I have been regaled with the story since I was a child.
That shit doesn't leave you. It's hard enough to drown out society telling you you're not good enough and must change; it's harder still to wave it away from directly from people directly in your life who are supposed to protect you and love you unconditionally. Unless, of course, you're a little fat.
Edited at 2012-03-25 05:31 pm (UTC)
or is that just a big pile of shit. i get powerful confused in the face of such utter and abject fuckery.
My mother is like this and it drives me insane and definitely contributed to my dysfunctional eating habits.
I just... no. Excuse me, I'm going to go hug my five year old and tell her she's perfect the way she is.
NO. NO. ALL THE OTHER SHIT IS BAD, BUT YOU DO NOT DENY YOUR KID A MEAL. WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU.
I'm having some struggles with this at my house right now; my 7-year-old son is bingeing and admits to self-medicating with food -- he eats when he isn't hungry, and will only be "hungry for pizza" at times and things like that. So I'm trying to make sure he has a lot of healthy options and that I'm setting a good example about choices and stuff--though I'm sure I'm not perfect.
But holy crap. That's completely beyond anything.
While she has some ideas I can get behind (e.g. cutting out "Pizza Friday"), the implementation is just a mess.
Healthy living is a lifestyle that isn't going to take hold with deprivation, misery, and humiliation. She needs to work with her daughter instead of whining about her child being "hungry" for months.
Pizza Friday is too unhealthy? Fine. Try making pizza at home with healthy ingredients. Work with healthy foods your daughter likes and introduce her to a new healthy thing each day.
Plan to do fun activities together. Skating. Horseback riding. Dance. Swimming. Painting. Acting. And don't go overboard with x-number of minutes a day/reps an hour/whatever. It has to be fun.
Though making homemade pizza is also a good idea, if she thinks it's good pizza. If she doesn't like the "healthy version" provided, that's just going to be one more negative experience with living on a diet.
The other thing that really sucked is that the mother deliberately associated denial of food with punishment. If her goal is to teach the kid healthy eating habits, why the fuck does she go out of her way to associate the way she's "supposed" to act with being miserable?