My daughter is beautiful.
When her screams reach “Shuttle launch at a Kiss concert” levels and when she’s laughing uncontrollably.
She is beautiful.
When she runs down the hallway with her hips turned like she’s just ran over a patch of black ice and when she’s laying her head on my chest.
In the eyes of a Father, a daughter can do no wrong.
She will always be beautiful.
Whether she’s 7’3” or 5 foot nothing. 105 pounds soaking wet or a little “Fluffy.”
She is, was, and always will be absolutely stunning.
I will express this to her at every opportunity as long as I’m around to express it.
Why this? Why her looks and not her brains, leadership skills or her athletic ability?
Because from the time a woman is old enough to know what it means the world tells them that they will never be pretty enough.
You’re all too tall or too short. You are too fat or too skinny. Your skin is too dark. Yours isn’t dark enough. Your muscles are too big. Yours aren’t big enough. You need curlier hair. You need to straighten yours.
Nothing will ever be good enough in the eyes of society.
The only hope you have of ever approaching beauty is to eat “X” calories, spend this much time in the gym, wear these clothes and buy this makeup. You have to style your hair in this fashion and it has to be this color.
The world will tell her that if you miss any one of those factors and you’re a hag. Barely fit for the fashion, diet and cosmetic industry to insult.
The world is cruel and unforgiving. This world is setup to tear women down. The world is full of billion dollar industries depend on women never feeling good enough.
I can’t change the world.
But I can change the way my Baby Girl sees the world and herself in it.
I will show her that true confidence comes from within. It flows from a well of self assuredness that must be dug deep enough to bypass the impurities of self doubt. A well deep enough that it can’t be polluted by the toxic nature of the society we live in.
If you want a well that deep, you have to start digging early, so here I am with my shovel.
I understand that it’s not enough to tell her that she’s beautiful. I need to make sure that she needs to know what the word “Beauty” truly means. I have to show her where true beauty comes from.
I will surround her with positive energy. I will show her what love looks like through the way I treat her mother. I will let her see what it means to be happy with who you are by the way I handle my own imperfections.
We will build her confidence by showing her, repeatedly, that she is capable of anything. That confidence will be the shield that protects her from the spears the world throws.
I’m going to tell her that she’s beautiful. Because so many will try to tell her otherwise.
I’ll tell her that she is beautiful and she will know it’s true.
I can’t change the world.
But I can make sure that the world can’t change her.