by Cindy Kunsman cross posted from her blog Under Much Grace
All images by Cindy Kunsman at Under Much Grace and used with permission. Article is 4 pages long.
Even so, my mind still goes back to a discussion at Maureen’s pretty little Cape Cod in Brooklyn Park when she leveled it at me. She doesn’t even live there anymore, but a tiny part of me still finds itself in that place as my first flash of an image when I hear that phrase. In many ways, I think of it as just one of the parallels that my church used to the Fundamentalist Mormon imperative for women to “keep sweet.” We were no different, really. The expectations for women were very much the same, but we just didn’t go to the same lengths as the FLDS to enforce that saccharine. It wasn’t really sweetness anyway, just like Sweet and Low – a fake imitation of something else. It even speaks of being low(ly and humble). Oh, so appropriate.
And oddly, during that same visit, she asked me if I’d been partaking of too much sugar so as to dismiss my growing angst. That was an attempt at at least a triple whammy shaming tactic. First, my concerns could be dismissed as mood swings from sugar highs and lows if it happened to be true. My concerns and accusations of spiritual abuse from church leadership could be blamed on the white death. The next question concerned whether I was taking enough B-vitamin supplementation, as they are needed to help the body use carbohydrate regardless of your intake of refined sugars. There was potential for a second sin which gave way to a third sin – a verboten one.