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Child abuse comes in many forms. But the one that has me worried since it is considered acceptable by society is toddler beauty pageants.These “friendly competitions” are extraordinarily detrimental to these little girl’s well being, both physically and mentally.
My sister is addicted to the show, mainly to a contestant named Makenzie Myers, who is considered one of the superstars of pageantry. Yes, these pageants have superstars and these girls do whatever it takes to win the title of “Ultimate Grand Supreme”.
However, when I say the girls do whatever it takes, I really mean the moms. These mothers stop at nothing to make sure their daughters win. When interviewed about why their little girls are in pageantry, a good percentage of the mothers respond with “she (the daughter) just loves competing” or “Because she is number one.” Most mothers say that their daughter is the one who wants to compete, but what six-year-old child would want to be spray tanned and have fake teeth put in? Want to spend hours a week on practicing their smile and posture? There may be a small amount of children who want this but the vast majority of the children ages 6-months to 14 years, compete because their moms make them. Continue reading
The soft laughing of a girl filled the evening air as a boy whispered something in her ear. She playfully punched his shoulder brfore looking down at her wrist-watch and realized the time was later than she thought. She motioned to the boy that it was time for her to go home. He put his arms around her to signal hat he didn’t want her to leave him. When she tried to escape from his grasp Tom voiced his thoughts on the matter.
“You can’t stay there! You’ll die if you do,” Continue reading
Gwendolyn quickly walked about the house telling the servants to work faster.
Her husband was due home any minute and the house needed to be perfect. She walked across the freshly scrubbed floors into the nursery and checked on the baby who was being sung to by his nanny. Pleased that John was quiet, she left to inquire about that night’s dinner, hopefully the cook didn’t forget to put the pepper on the roast.
At a quarter past five, Edgar Harper arrived home from his job as the Dean of Science at New York University. His wife and the housekeeper, Janice, who promptly took his coat and hat, greeted him at the door.
“How was your day, darling?” Gwen cheerfully asked whilst quickly fixing her hair but Edgar just walked past and headed to his office. Janice shot a sympathetic look towards the missus, she deserved better than him. But it wasn’t her place to say anything.
“That’s great, dear. My day was fine too, thanks for asking.” Gwen murmured to herself. She honestly didn’t know why she continually asked him how his day was. She hadn’t received a response since the stock market fell two years ago. She knew she should have been happy that they were still able to keep the house and the staff after the crash, but she couldn’t help but feel that she would rather be poor and happy then rich and miserable. She quickly scolded herself. How dare she be ungrateful for her good fortune? She had a son to take care of and a roof over her head. What more could she ask for? Continue reading