I’ve always liked you.
From the moment you stepped onto Canada’s turf and laughed with your whole face and held the hearts of our people, I’ve liked you.
But never more than this past week when you emerged from the hospital with a brand-new son in your arms. You radiated love and life and I thought you’d never looked more beautiful.
I thought nothing of your mommy-tummy because goodness, girl, you’d just had a baby and anyone who’s given birth knows that tummy doesn’t disappear overnight, nor should it. Your body’s been stretched nine-months long to hold an eight-pound highness, and it’s been pushed and prodded and bruised over hours of labor and there you stood shining in a blue dress, patting your son and cherishing him with new-mother eyes.
And the world exploded with tweets and posts about your postpartum body and I cried for you. I cried for our ignorance and for the pressure you are facing. And I fear for you. The years ahead and the toll of being in the public eye. I fear you might stop wearing blue dresses that celebrate your womanhood. I fear you might begin to grip your crown too tight. I fear you might become a disordered eater as Princess Diana was, for all of the pressure of a society that condemns a new mother for her mummy-tummy.
“The media’s neuroticism over Kate’s post-pregnant looks is brainwashing women into thinking that they will constantly be judged and criticized unless they meet the new standard – unattainable perfection,” human behavior expert Patrick Wanis PhD, told FOX411’s Pop Tarts column. “The obsession with the perfect female body is spiraling out of control.”