“Let children read whatever they want and then talk about it with them. If parents and kids can talk together, we won’t have as much censorship because we won’t have as much fear.”
Words of wisdom from one of our favorite Young Adult authors, Judy Blume, who is celebrating her 75th birthday today.
Happy Birthday, Judy!
I don’t have a clear, singular moment of coming to feminism, but I do remember the precise moment I decided I was not going to hate myself for being fat. I was in high school, and I saw my mother, who, by the way, is incredibly physically fit and a beautiful woman, reach for the peanut butter in the kitchen cabinet, a spoonful of which is one of her favorite treats. Instead of eating the spoonful of peanut butter she wanted, she put the jar back, then slapped herself in the face.
She didn’t know I was watching her; she wasn’t doing it for anyone else’s benefit. She was just punishing herself, in her own private hell, for wanting a spoonful of peanut butter. It was a scary thing for me to see. And it wasn’t the first time I’d seen something like that (nor would it be the last), but it was the time that it really struck me that I had to make a decision about how I wanted to feel about my body, and that I could make that decision. It wasn’t fated. I could choose.