I’ve watched the Schiavo case with guarded interest. When the debates started however many years ago, I was quite indignant: her parents should just let her go.
Now, (15?) years later, a parent myself, I had trouble watching the file video of Terri’s mom leaning in, kissing her on the forehead. Would I let a child of mine go without a fight?
On Google news tonight, trying to see if the Pope finally died (morbid, morbid interest!!), I noticed that the autopsy on Schiavo had been completed, and I linked over to see if there was any information (though I knew well enough there wouldn’t be) (again: morbid!! I know!).
So, the link I followed turned out to be an abc wire story. And while the story itself lent nothing new or interesting (to me), the caption of the accompanying photo did: it suggested that Terri’s cardiac failure, the cause of her brain damage, had occurred possibly as the result of an eating disorder.
Hoowee. If Karen Carpenter wasn’t enough for us. We need to get on this eating disorder thing, people. Moms: do not talk about being fat in front of your daughters. Subvert the sick-skinny (and I mean *sick* not *stick*) paradigm. Provide your girls with empowered, strong, models; be one yourself.
And for those of you who know me: yes, I know what a huge hypocrite I am. But I’m TRYING. We all should be. For our girls.