Little girls must know that they are beautiful…
“You are beautiful“. That is a phrase that I didn’t hear my mother say to me when I was growing up. I never knew what beauty really was. As I got older, someone told me that I was a beautiful person and I didn’t believe it. For the longest, I didn’t completely understand the value of knowing my worth. I simply did not have any. Understanding my worth earlier in life could have saved me a lot of unnecessary heartache, headache, and growing pains. I did not begin to see my own beauty and understand my worth until I entered adulthood and began to live my life with no supervision, warnings, or parental control. When I became a mother, things came full circle.
Beauty isn’t just skin deep. It isn’t always a smile or any other aesthetic fixings. I had to learn and understand what beauty is, the hard way. I do not want my daughter to go through that. Beauty is not in mac makeup or designer labels. You can’t buy a beautiful soul and you cannot fabricate beauty regardless of how flyy your hair is. Red bottoms do not equal beauty. Neither does a magazine.
I know that I cannot save my daughter from everything. She is going to get hurt, she may grow up to do things that I do not approve of, and naturally, we will disagree. I know that I can only preserve her innocence but so much. One thing that she will not be with out is a sense of who she is. She is discovering her personality already as an infant. That itself is beautiful.