Little girls aren’t princesses
When the Popple was born, we received some gifts – clothes, mostly – that labelled her as a princess. Or pretty. Or spoiled.
I wouldn’t let her wear them.
She didn’t care what she wore. I could have dressed her in Tesco carrier bag and she would have just gone with it. That wasn’t the point. My daughter was no princess. How many princesses regularly poo through their clothes? She was just a baby. A farting, burping, screaming baby. I didn’t feel comfortable stereotyping her before she could even lift up her head properly.
I kept coming across these sort of clothes as she got older, and they kept bothering me. I was shopping in a second-hand store just a few weeks ago when I saw this:
This was in the 12-18 month-old section. No small toddler should ever be worrying about the size of their bum, unless it’s because their nappy is so full that it’s sagging halfway down to their knees.
I continued flipping through the rack and came across this gem:
‘Pampered princess’ is just a nice way of saying ‘spoiled royal pain in the a**e’.
It kept getting worse.
NO. Your one-year-old is not a heartbreaker. She is a TODDLER. She may break wind and pretty much everything she touches, but she doesn’t break hearts.
And then there was this:
It seems so banal, but this shirt annoyed me the most. Yes, our daughters may be pretty, but they are so many other things too. Clever. Determined. Kind. Funny. You’ll never see those things on a shirt, though.
And here’s the worst thing about this shirt: that stupid ellipses.
An ellipses isn’t an accessory that you can just tack on to the end of your sentence to make it look trendy. It’s an actual type of punctuation with an actual purpose – to imply an intentional omission in a sentence, which leaves your readers to fill in the blank.
So pretty…that no one seems to be interested in anything else, even though I can turn five pairs of Mama’s underwear into one awesome necklace, make great noises by banging on stuff and take off my own bib mid-meal. I HAVE AMAZING SKILLS THAT HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH MY LOOKS.
How would your daughter fill in the blank?