Can I first just say that I am thankful for the
lack of technology that was available when I was a tween/teen? I mean,
seriously. Every time I talk to my almost-thirteen-year-old niece, she has some
type of new social media account. That means that I’ve fallen behind on my Aunt
Tori duties and make a mental note to download the app(s) and create the account(s).
That little girl is, after all, the major reason that I have an Instagram and
the only reason that I’ll be visiting the Google Play Store to download the KIK
app (I assume it is an app) and
whatever else it is that she’s a part of these days. I’m sure the list will
only grow over the next few years as she becomes a full-fledged teenager, and
when that time comes, I will download whatever crazy social media app she has
and I will “follow/friend/like/<3” her.
Speaking of social media, I was perusing my baby
girl’s Instagram account earlier tonight and came across a picture of her (a
selfie, of course!) and decided to read the comments. BIG MISTAKE for one little
boy who decided to share the following: “Rate~8” to which she replied “thx”
(that’s teenager for “thanks”). Now, I will admit that I enjoy embarrassing my
niece in public by randomly breaking out in song, or trying on the goofiest hat
I can find..after all, what are aunts for?!? However, I try not to get too
involved when it comes this sort of thing (most of the time she receives positive
comments or ones that have nothing to do with the picture) but I was one mad
Aunt Tori after seeing that some little punk had rated my niece and that she
was (seemingly) accepting of it. When did we start teaching boys that it’s okay
to treat young ladies like a piece of meat? And when did we teach said young
ladies that it’s perfectly normal for someone to assign you a number? I mean,
seriously?!? Numbers are for math, not for “complimenting” someone. We are so
much more than just a number. I know my niece sure as hell is. She is a
STRAIGHT-A student. She is a fun, life-loving, hug-giving, selfie-taking,
oboe-playing girl. G.I.R.L. She is a girl. She is only 12 years old. Maybe I’m overreacting
because when I look at her, I still see the 2-year-old with pig tails that I
used to cover with “Aunt Tori kisses” and take to Chuck E. Cheese’s. She will
forever be my little girl, and it hurts my hurt to know that she thinks it’s
okay for some boy to describe her using a number. Did I mention that this same
beautiful young lady is struggling with her self-image? She stopped eating
because she felt that she was “too fat” when comparing herself to her friends
and classmates. She is 5’ tall and wears a size 0. She has a booty and curves,
much like I did at her age, and for this, she feels she is “fat.” She has
16-year-old boys checking her out at the beach, but she thinks she is “fat.”
She is currently on a beach trip with a friend and a
friend-of-the-friend and told my sister she wanted to come home because her “friends”
were comparing her to them and telling her she’s “bigger” than them and couldn’t
borrow any of their clothes because she “wouldn’t fit in them” and that she
should get the top bunk because she was “bigger” than them and they could share
the bottom bed. Part of me wants to smack talk to them to let them know
that words can hurt and they need to think before they speak. Then there’s the
other part of me that wonders if she is taking what they said too personally. I
mean, honestly, I’d rather have a bed to myself and not have to share, wouldn't you? Did they
really just mean that she’d be more comfortable on the top bunk alone because
she really is “bigger” than them?
She has a good head on her shoulders, and (usually)
makes good decisions, so why in the world is she not able to comprehend how wonderful,
beautiful, and amazing she is? Why can’t she listen to her own voice instead of
worrying about what some boy on Instagram tells her? Why does she think it’s
perfectly normal for a boy to label her with a number like a price tag ? I can tell you one thing for sure.. that girl is priceless. I
believe it was Dr. Seuss who said something along the lines of “Those who mind
don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” I just don’t
understand. Growing up, I remember having times when I felt “ugly” or “fat” but
never did I think that starving myself was the answer. I’m sure I had boys (and probably girls, too) that
labeled me, but I knew that at the end of the day, it was the way
I felt about myself that truly mattered. I sure as heck didn’t hang out with
people who made me think less of myself. And I hope that I never made anyone
feel badly about themselves. Children today are growing up WAY too fast, both
physically and emotionally. They aren’t taking time to be kids and enjoy having
care-free lives; they’re too worried about where their next selfie will come
from or how many followers they have on Instagram. Social media is taking over
their lives and consuming their free time. I fully admit that sometimes I am on
my phone too much. I like to check in on Facebook and see what’s going on in
everyone else’s lives. I enjoy checking out my friends’ pictures on Instagram.
The difference is I do not turn to these modes of social media for acceptance
or self-worth. And I do not know how to get my niece to understand that there
is so much more to life than what some little boy says about her Instagram
picture or how many followers she has. I want her to enjoy middle school and I
want her to realize what an amazing young lady she is. I want her to love
herself and accept herself. Above all, I want her to be a kid and enjoy the
freedom that comes along with that.
Moral of the story: Be yourself, love yourself, and discard anyone in your life who is not willing to do the same.