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Why Children Shouldn’t Be Instagram Famous

 How do you feel about Instagram famous children?

instagram famous children

Last week, I noticed an unusually “large” number of followers on my Instagram.  On average I get two followers per day. On that particular day, I gained close to 50 followers. No clue as to how and why it happened.  At first I didn’t think much of it and  followed a few accounts back. However, I soon realized that 99% of the new followers were  Insta-famous children, their account “managed by their parent”. Some as young as four with over 100k followers.  This went on for several days and the more I looked into this, the more disturbing it became.

There are so many parents out there who want their children to be Instagram famous. They post thousands of photos of their children, most of which are photo shopped. Please don’t photoshop your naturally beautiful child!

Call me old-fashioned, but kids this young shouldn’t have their own Instagram accounts.

These parents seem to be oblivious or choose to ignore the frightening fact that a lot of social media love comes from creeps. When your child has tens of thousands of followers, you have to ask yourself whether all these people have good intentions.

When I scrolled through some of these accounts, I noticed the same followers over and over again. Most of their mega fans were middle-aged men who left some really disturbing comments.

instagram famous

How creepy is this? What’s even worse is the parent’s reply : “much appreciated”.  No one should call a child ‘very sexy’ and no parent should appreciate it. Keep in mind this is the account of a five or six-year-old girl.

These parents are literally wooing and inviting the worst of humanity: child pedophiles.

The same people wouldn’t let their child walk down the street alone, yet it’s o.k. to expose them to millions of strangers on social media.

Then there are the hashtags: #BathTime, #NakedKids and #ToiletTraining.

I spoke to two police officers who said they find these images along with child pornography. Pedophiles use places like Instagram to ‘collect’ photos and to sell or trade photos of children. Sometimes these predators manipulate and photoshop, so that the head of the child is pasted onto another child’s naked body. An Australian study found roughly half of images shared on pedophile sites were taken from social media sites.

What about privacy? It’s crazy how many parents post photos of their kids on social sites with no regard to their child’s privacy now or in the future.  It’s not fair to the child to exploit their images endlessly and no 14-year-old wants their 2-year-old naked photo lingering on the internet. These children will find out that much of their private lives have been online for years.

This, however, can go beyond future embarrassment. Two years ago, an 18-year-old woman sued her parents for posting more than 500 photos of her on Facebook without her consent. The images show her in diapers, her underwear, on the potty, and even naked. I’m sure there’ll be more similar legal proceedings in the future.

Let’s be real, the toddler or small child could care less about the likes and follows. So what is the upside of being Instagram famous? Is  it all about the parent’s ego? Who benefits from the likes and follows? Not the child.

Parents should carefully consider  the long-term implications for their child of having a highly visible digital footprint.

By trying to turn your child into an Instagram star, you are giving that child an online persona before it even has chance to develop its own personality. Parents have their own identity and destinies, our children have the right to decide theirs.

Vintage Doll Clothes Made By Grandma

vintage doll clothes

vintage doll clothes

When I was a little girl (maybe 6), my grandmother made some doll clothes for me. I loved them. Especially the sparkly dress, which, in my opinion, transformed my doll into a princess.

vintage doll clothes

My grandmother (Omi) always used scraps of fabric for my doll clothes. To her, sewing was a utilitarian necessity that her frugal lifestyle required. During World War II, my grandmother had to feed and dress six children. Times were tough so she had to be creative. She made lots of practical clothes from curtains or table cloths. My Omi taught me that if I could imagine it, I could create it. Oh how much I miss this amazing woman!

vintage doll clothes

I have such happy memories of all the doll clothes, with their small buttons and tiny snaps. The fact that they were made from fabric scraps made it even better to me. I can still picture my grandmother sitting at her old sewing machine making them scrap by scrap as an act of love and devotion for me to play with.  She took the time to stitch tiny stitches just to see the joy on a little girl’s face.

vintage doll clothes

I never learned to sew doll clothes. My hobby was knitting. As a teenager I knitted complex  patterns and made hundreds of sweaters.  Later, I became interested in woodworking.

vintage doll clothes

vintage doll clothes

Less than 20 years after these doll clothes were made, I had two beautiful little girls of my own. They loved their dolls just as much as I loved mine. It was so fun seeing the girls re-discover these tiny doll clothes. I still remember sitting on the floor with them, jammed up against dresser drawers, trying on tiny pants and dresses. It was a gentle pleasure and an opportunity to dream.

vintage doll clothes

The girls are all grown up now. The doll clothes stay in a “special” box in my house. Perhaps someday another little girl or boy will know that these things are meant to be played with and loved.

 

Are Doctors Underestimating the Pain of Endometrial Biopsy?

My doctor right before my endometrial biopsy: “It’s similar to a pap smear. You may feel some cramping and pressure.”

She “forgot” to mention the stabbing pain, the scraping and slashing. She also “forgot” to tell me that there is a high chance I’d get dizzy, nauseous and shaky,  maybe even pass out.

endometrial biopsy

In 2015, I had a “surprise” endometrial biopsy.  Doctor asked me to come in to discuss my pelvic ultrasound results. Next thing I knew, she cut and scraped three samples from my cervix. I wasn’t offered any pain medication or anesthesia. After the biopsy, both the doctor and nurse quickly left the room. I felt incredibly dizzy, nauseous and shaky. My entire body was tingly and hot. I almost passed out. My first thought was something went terribly wrong. Later in the car, I fell apart and cried.

When I first wrote about my experience, I had no idea how many women have to put up with this insanely painful procedure. I have received over a hundred comments from women who describe this procedure as “barbaric” and “traumatizing”. Each time I read a new comment, my heart goes out to each and every lady.

Please take a few minutes to read some of the comments. Here’s what most of them have in common.

  • doctor downplayed the procedure
  •  “some pressure and cramping”
  •  “slight discomfort”
  •  was misinformed
  • wasn’t offered pain medication or anesthesia
  • felt sharp, stabbing pain
  • felt nauseous, dizzy, shaky
  • I passed out
  • I screamed

 

“I just had my biopsy a few hours ago. My dr. said I’d experience “cramping” at first, I thought I could handle it and then the searing pain deep inside was too much. I thought she was done and then she said she needed one more. I started sweating and crying and held my breath. This was one of the most painful procedures I’ve had done. I had to lie down for five minutes afterward to pull myself together. I went to my car and bawled my eyes out:(.”

 

“I had a EMB today and I will say it hurt like hell! I have a curved cervix so putting in the tool to open you was painful to start with. She measured my uterus…that hurt but once she started the procedure I couldnt help but to scream. She asked me if I could handle the procedure and not scream?? Clearly she has never had one. As soon as they start you naturally scream but I tried to keep from doing it by squeezing my own fat on my stomach! That was the only thing I could grab although it wasnt much to hold on to. She did 2 or 3 samples and I couldnt wait for her to be done! Once she was done I covered my face with my hands and was in so much pain all I could do was laugh hysterically then I started shaking then came the tears. I couldnt get up for about 10 min waiting for the pain to stop…it didnt so i got up and got dressed. I will never do this again..if it is needed they need to find a alternative method to get their sample by because I am not a gluten for punishment!!!”

 

This comment is really scary. Ladies, make sure someone can drive you.

“Thank you for this post. On June 18, 2018 I had this procedure done….mild discomfort during the procedure…got up got dressed and was told by my dr when leaving, if I ran a fever to go immediately to the emergency room……5 minutes later while driving home…had a massive vasovagal response and caused a massive motor vehicle collision. Do not mess with this stuff-have someone drive you always.”

 

Why in the world do they not tell us to have someone drive us?

Why are they subjecting us to so much pain? Why can’t they give us local anesthesia?

Why are doctors downplaying the pain?

This is NOT a standard procedure. An endometrial biopsy is NOT a “no big deal” procedure.

The dentist numbs your mouth to fill a cavity. Some even offer a numbing gel for a regular cleaning. I once had a biopsy done on my gums – didn’t feel a thing.

Why is it that  when a tooth is drilled it is numbed but when a piece is taken from the cervix , we have to “suck it up” and endure?

I hate to say it, is it because it’s a “woman thing”? Do they assume we have a higher tolerance for pain than men? Is it because we are women and they expect us “to suck it up”?

For so many women, an endometrial biopsy is pure hell and something needs to be done to improve this situation. There has to be a better way. I have two daughters and I don’t ever want them to experience this distressing and traumatic procedure.

How do we go about this? What can be done? Do we lobby? It’s frustrating that in the year 2018 women still have to endure this.  If anyone has any ideas on how to change this, please let me know.