Australian mother of three Amy Cheney was cleaning her daughter's room when she found this note "innocently sitting on the floor" amidst "Polly Pockets, friendship bracelets and a variety of other crap 7-year-olds love to hoard."

Amy writes that she began to feel "physically ill" as she made sense of the "diyet" list.

Diyet. Jesus.



Where did she learn the word diet? How does she even know what a freaking diet is?



Whose fault is this? Is it mine because I let her play with Barbies? Because sometimes she's allowed to watch Total Drama Action? Is it because when I draw with her I can only draw stick figures?



Seventeen Poosh-ups two times a day.



I felt sick. Physically ill. Like someone had knocked the air from my chest.



I could feel myself getting increasingly anxious the more words I was able to interpret from her seven-year-old spelling.



Three Appals, One Per, Two Keewee Froots.



How did this happen?

"Weight has never been an issue in our home — it is, for the most part, irrelevant," Amy explains. "I am smart about this stuff."

The 30-year-old mother notes that she has a degree in early childhood studies, writing that her family "focuses on and promotes healthy eating and healthy bodies," and adds that she never asks her husband if she "looks fat" in something.