By now, you’ve probably heard about the new children’s book, My Beautiful Mommy, written by a Florida plastic surgeon who wants to help patients struggling to explain to their kids, ages 4 to 7, why mommy is bruised, bandaged, and unable to parent them for a few days after surgery. As the author told Reuters, “This book was written with the best of intentions. It wasn’t trying to corrupt society. It is not glamorizing plastic surgery. It is not intended to be a best seller that children read with their parents before they go to sleep.” Well, that’s good.
I’m torn over how I feel about this book. On the one hand, I can imagine how difficult it must be to explain a “transformation” to a child. If a woman’s going to elect surgery regardless, why not help her (and more importantly, the kids) through it? On the other hand, as some critics have already noted, mommy’s explanation that her nose job will make her look “not just different, my dear — prettier!” does appear to send the message that beauty is the goal, and that it’s worth any price.
What do you think: a practical solution for a well-defined demo, or pure evil?