
You know, sometimes, forgetting, it’s a good thing. Not when you are searching your brain for a missing word mid-sentence, or for the name of the person quickly approaching with open arms. Then, it’s a little scary — am I already an Alta cocker (old fart) losing my marbles? Oy vey. Some memories, good or bad, come rushing back at you with a smell, a sound, a familiar face, a feeling in your gut (shpilkes), or reading a great post about a national movement to battle body image for young girls.
Please know , that this post was inspired by Allison at Mad House Mom. She wrote an amazing post, Be Real (istic) in early February that dislodged the floodgates that fed (
that is some effing pun) my inner voice as a kid. Hell, this voice was feeding me well into my thirties before I started fighting back. Before I wanted to fight back. And it was some battle.
If you are a woman in this world, chances are pretty damned good that you have had a bout of feeling a bit ‘less than’ throughout your life. If you grew up as a people-pleasing perfectionist, that sponged up all the dysfunction in a family to make it all seem okay, well let’s just say, that really sucks that is meshugenah (crazy) making.
Having mr t in the big office, bragging about ‘grabbing women by their ‘pussies’ (this has happened to me) after popping a few tic-tac’s; suddenly earning 21.4 cents less per dollar isn’t your biggest worry. How do I parent and protect my girls, my babies from what can be a cruel world?
Here are just a few doozies that broke the damn dam for me:
“Both girls, they’re too fat. I’ll allow two cookies a year. One on Christmas, and one on Easter.” Our pediatrician said this to my mother with my shvester (sister) and me in the room when I was 5, maybe 6 years old. The age of my Little. A doctor really said that in 1969.
“Lisa, come here. Look in the mirror with me. When you put your legs together, you should be able to see three perfect diamonds. This is a problem.” My mother, she brought me into her ‘dressing room’ in the summer of 1974. I was wearing my, “I’m Lisa. Fly me.” t-shirt. You baby-boomers may remember this overtly sexist campaign from Delta, that actually sold the allure of the flight attendants as an absurd, racy extension of the actual airline. I had on my favorite matching yellow shorts. I saw no diamonds in that room, wall-to-wall mirrors, showing every possible angle of ‘diamondlessness.’
1979, said to my parents by a person I had never met, as we stood in line at the Rascal House for dinner: “I had no idea you had another daughter, Morty? I only knew about your sports all star!” Then my mother interjected in a very faint whisper, after looking from side to side to make sure no one of stature was listening, “Lisa likes to paint. She’s an artist.” Insert shame here.

“I apologize, my daughter is wearing her glasses today, and I just don’t know why?“ Then under her breath, she looked directly at me and sneered, “Why would you do this to me?” Mom again. We were meeting for dinner, maybe 1987-88? For the record, I was at least 25 years old, my glasses were brand spankin’ new and my eyes were irritated from a flight from Philadelphia to Miami earlier that day. She spent the rest of that evening with her back to me. Never once looking at me or speaking to me during the entire meal.
“Don’t you ever share food with her again, she has cancer. You’ll catch it. When you go to the bathroom, in her house, don’t sit on the seat. In fact, try not to go at all.” 1986, mom again. We were in NYC and I took a bite of dessert from my most favorite aunt in the entire world. At this point, she should have been pleased I took a bite of anything at all. I would go days at a time eating absolutely nothing. Seeking invisibility and gauging my worth by the numbers on the scale.
“Lesbians, like Martina (Navratilova), have a genetic mutation, just like retarded people. That’s why she is gay. It’s the mutation. And, she is obviously the man in the relationship.” This gem, also from my mother, was declared over dinner at the TGI Friday’s in the Princeton Market Fair, NJ. Circa 1992-ish. ‘Dear old dad’ went on to pontificate about how she (Martina) disgusted him, and he couldn’t even watch her play tennis. Don’t you worry Martina, I defended you from this incompetence.
These couple of quotes, just the tips of the iceberg that tried to sink me like the Titanic. My dear friends, don’t you for one second be sad for me. I am alive and well, living and loving a life free of toxicity. My Mrs. and me, we met at a group for women with eating disorders. Good luck / bad luck. We worked through our shit hard in therapy before having little ones.
We do our best and bend over backward to raise our shana maidelehs (sweet girls) with love, respect, and self-esteem in a world that tries too hard to steal it from them. They will never hear what I heard or be subject to the pernicious parental spiel (empty jabber, talk) that formed my invalidating inner voice.
We want for them to learn to love themselves first and foremost. To know they are loved by us, no matter who they are, what they do or how they look. They will understand the value of being a good person on the planet, helping others and living a life with empathy and a strong voice. They will learn how to take their space and own it. We will not let them succumb to the vile sexist and misogynistic messages of the media, or mr t. That the ‘P’ word (perfect) only sets you up to fail.
We want to build their house on a strong foundation, ready to weather the storms that blow in and out of our lives. Mighty girls become brave women.
I wish that I could have pain instead of you my child. Mir zol zayn far dir, mayn kind.
Linky’s:
I don’t know who said this quote, but it goes something like the strongest steel is forged in the fires of hell. Resiliency is a beautiful thing. Congrats on yours.
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Thanks, Michelle. I am so glad I found the strength right inside. Thanks for your very kind words and kudos. Now, to continue the foundations for my kinder… M’wah!
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Having a child really forced me to right my own ship. There was no way I wanted a repeat of the past!
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And the same is true for us. Learning by unlearning! xo
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Parents sometimes say the cruelest things without even thinking. I am glad you managed to build a strong foundation with someone special. #globalblogging
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Thank you, Jeanette! I agree. We watch our words because we know how things can stick and harm. Thanks so much for reading, commenting, and joining us on #globalblogging And no joke, that ice cream looks TDF! xoxo
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My god, just reading this makes me want to climb through the computer and shank people for you! I was extremely blessed in the parenting department by two people who taught us about health, not skinniness. Today I’m pretty chubby but I’m happy and healthy, which makes my doctor happy. My brother, who is gay, has some emotional baggage that he puts on my parents but even he acknowledges that it may be misplaced because they are the “safe” family to blame. It’s so horrific to me that your parents were so cruel with your sense of worth and self-esteem, one of the hardest things to ever heal as an adult. #GlobalBlogging
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Oh, Heather! I am sending you a big hug through the ether! Thanks for your understanding and your want to stick up for me. It took a while, but I have turned into one strong, fierce, might girl. And we have created our own safe family. Hugs to you and Lola, my friend! xoxoxo #globalblogging
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I’m so glad that you have a safe family. And I’m even more glad that you are such a strong, fierce woman. You have taken those blows from childhood and used them to make yourself the best person you can be. Not everyone is able to overcome their childhood demons and I applaud you for doing so.
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Thanks Heather! That means more than you know! I am so thrilled to have met you through this process. And Lola too, of course! xo
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👊🏼👏🏼👊🏼🍦🍪☕️💕
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powerful post! Your daughters will be amazing women, they are amazing girls already and have the best role models. I may not know your personally, but I believe this whole heartedly! #mg
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Oh, thank you, Mac! We are trying our very best! You are wonderful and I believe we all feed each other strength! Thanks for feeding me! #mg xoxoxo
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I’m hoping that it is just our parents (and grandparent’s generation) that have been so keen to share outrageous comments like this? Totally well meaning I’m sure, but these things really stick don’t they? I remember my step mum asking me if I’d like to borrow some of her shorts with the caveat “Don’t worry – I’ve got some big ones.” I think I was 12 at the time. It’s never left me. It has however taught me that whilst I may be a “Alta cocker” (Love this BTW) I will do my utmost to be sensitive the little ears and little egos that I am raising. Thanks for sharing with #DreamTeam x
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Thank you Dawn! Words are sticky. hopefully some good ones stick too, otherwise we should save for therapy instead of college! #DreamTeam xo
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Funny, funny, funny! I want to make a list of quotes now!!!
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Oh my gosh, what we learn and absorb on our journey has such a massive impact on us. This is such a power post to share, well done you, it needs to be said. #FabFridayPost
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Thanks so much. If we share our scars, and show we have healed, we can help others. #FabFridayPost xoxo
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Wow. Just wow … I’m so glad that you’re now surrounded by people who love and value you and are determined not to pass the destructive patterns on to the next generation. Much love you and yours 🙂
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Thank you so very much! I am very lucky, and I remind myself of that almost every day. Thanks for reading and commenting too. xoxo
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Wow. I’m sorry you had to endure such ignorance, but well done for putting it behind you and raising your beautiful girls with love and looking to the future. Thanks for linking up to #FridayFrolics
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Thanks, Claire. Living proof that you do not have to repeat history! Love #FridayFrolics! xoxo
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Oh Lisa this nearly made me cry! You are one amazing and strong woman. You are a great mum. Well done for breaking that destructful wall of ignorance #FridayFrolics
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Thank you doesn’t seem quite enough to say, but Thank you Emma! I hope I broke it and kicked its’ as*! 🙂 #FridayFrolics xoxo
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Ah this is a really mixed post of sadness and warmth – I love how you finish it. Can’t believe people said these things to you – including your own mother!!! #globalblogging
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I took those things that almost killed me, and used them to make me stronger. I hope that I can reflect that to my girls every day. Thanks, Hayley, for your comments and kindness. #globalblogging oxox
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Lisa, after reading so many of your posts it is clear that you have taken a dark time and turned your experiences into positive life lessons! Your daughters are blessed to have a mother than fights for them and their future!!! They look so happy and in love with life! That’s all we can hope for! Good job Mama!!! #globalblogging
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Oh, Jacqui!, thank you so much for your kindness. May they never know from such pain, and may my glass always stay half-full, for me and for them! #globalblogging xoxo
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I have no words. I am stunned that these words actually come out at all. I’m so sorry that you have gone through such terrible times. It must be so hard to write about this. This is one of the brutal, honest and bravest post I have read in a while. I am so glad that you are now in a happier place and that you have set to be a better role model to your girls. And you are doing a great job! Big Hugs Lisa! xx
Thank you for sharing your personal post with us on #FabFridayPost
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Thank you, Su, for your continued support! I get braver with each post and yes, my girls will never experience this from us mommas! Big hugs right back to you friend! #FabFridayPost xox
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Hi Lisa,
I saw you at Inspire Me Monday and wanted to come by to say hi! I am thoroughly enjoying #RussiaGate. You?
Janice
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Late night TV makes it funny, but reality really is frightening.
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You go girls 🙂
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I will not be sad for you because you told me not too but in all honesty I’m actually not sad but angry! I know it was other times but there is no excuse for any of the things you had to listen to specially from your mother. You sure are a very strong lady. Thank you for sharing with #StsyClassyMama
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Thanks lovely! It took a lot of therapy to crawl back and undo, but hey, it’s possible! M’wah! #stayclassymama
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Wow there were some right doozies in there weren’t there?! You are an amazingly strong person. Fist bump mama!
Thanks for linking to #ablogginggoodtime
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Thank you so much. It’s amazing what one can do when you want to change things. It’s in there… sometimes you have to dig and crawl, but it’s in there. #ablogginggoodtime xo
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How awful! So impressed with how you’ve fought back. I had anorexia, but have never been spoken to like this – it’s a hard enough condition to fight even when you have support and no one undermining you, let alone what you’ve had to face. Such an inspiring woman! Thanks so much for joining us on #FridayFrolics
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Thank you, Lucy. SO many of us suffered by controlling the only thing we could at the time. It saddens me. That is why I wanted to write about it and share my experiences in hopes of saving 1 little kid out there… M’wah! #FridayFrolics xoxo
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Parents can be so cruel, I sometimes get the rude remark thrown without a hint that something has been said that’s upsetting. Well done for writing about this. Thanks for linking up at #fortheloveofBLOG. Claire x
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Thank you, Claire. I appreciate the read and the comments. Little ears hear these things all too loudly. My girls should never know from such painful remarks. #fortheloveofBLOG xoxo
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I am cringing at these terrible remarks. Childhood is rough enough but to hear hurtful things from the people who should protect you must have been especially painful. On the flip side, I would suspect that, having been through all of that, you are a kind, accepting and loving person and mama. #FabFridayPost
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After a long journey of hard work, I am on that flip side. Thank you Mary. My girls will never hear those things from my lips, never ever! Have a wonderful weekend! #FabFridayPost xo
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Wow, I’m not entirely what to say to that. You’re one incredibly strong woman to not only overcome such knocks to your self-esteem, but to have become such a positive and inspiring woman. The Mrs and the kinder are lucky to have you x
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Your words leave me kvelling, Alana. Lemons make lemonade, right! xoxo
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