I wouldn't want anyone to tell me how to raise my kids, but if I were to start injecting my 8 year old daughter with botox, feel free to tell me and the world that I am bat-shit crazy.
There is so much about this story that I find disturbing. Clearly the young girl doesn't understand what is being done to her, for what reason, nor can she comprehend the twisted yellow brick road of self-hatred her mother has forced her on. This is not to say that botox equals eating disorder, but if you already believe, at eight years old, that you'll look prettier with a different nose, chin, or a pair of new boobs, there is not much hope that you'll grow up with a healthy self-image. Nevermind that you wouldn't be questioning your nose, chin, or lack of breasts if your mother didn't point out that they were lacking.
Perhaps I'm wrong. Perhaps I shouldn't judge. But she did go on television and flaunt her ignorance for the world to see.
So I judge. And I hold my girls close, tell them how beautiful they are, and remind them that they should be happy that their mother is the special kind of crazy, not the bat-shit kind.
Would you give botox to your 8 year old daughter?