An ugly world when a little girl suffers for the sake of beauty
What sort of message are we sending out when we ignore a child's tearful pleas, asks Niamh Horan
HER cries hit me the moment I walked in the door of the pharmacy. "Mammy, no, please no, mammy." I poked my head around a cosmetics stand and saw a little girl held tight in her mother's arms. She couldn't have been more than seven. Tears pouring down her face, she had her head buried into her mother's chest.
"Stop it now," the mother said. "Do you want to look like a boy?" No answer. Just more cries.
"You have to get the other one done. You'll look like a pirate if you don't, is that what you want?"