Women’s ‘ludicrous’ beauty standards are hard to explain to kids

My toddler appears to be unquestionably horrified. She is observing me wince while I rip out my underarm hair.

Her four-yr-aged sister joins to watch the hideous spectacle of their mom getting gorgeous.

“It really is okay,” I reassure them, “I’m just performing some waxing. It’s not a massive offer.”

They disagree. And they speculate why I would do anything that obviously brings about me pain.

Instantly the kids who regularly wee in their lingerie have grow to be the fair, rational ones.

This is not a snug part reversal for me. Nor for them. We were being all pleased with our former dynamic.