I held my daughter up to the mirror so she could see herself. She looked puzzled at first, then she smiled the most beautiful smile.
And she kept smiling. At herself. It was as if she thought she was the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.
Tears started streaming down my face. It was one of the most pure, amazing moments in my life.
Because I’ve never known what it feels like to look in the mirror and like the person I see. It’s something I’ve always wished for, but loving myself is foreign to me. So, as I held my little girl in my arms and I watched her smiling at herself, I thought to myself “I hope she always feels this way when she looks at herself. I hope she never feels the way I do when she looks in a mirror. I hope that everytime she sees herself, she smiles like this because she feels beautiful. Because she feels loved. Because she feels special. Because she loves what she sees. Because she loves herself.”
One of my the biggest fears I had when I found out I was having a girl was that she would grow up hating herself the way I did. I swore I would do everything in my power to make sure she knew how loved, how worthy, how wanted, how beautiful she is, but I was afraid I’d fail. I was afraid I wouldn’t know how to do that, because I don’t know how to love myself. But when I saw the way she looked at herself just now, it was as if God was speaking to me, telling me that if I love her unconditionally, if I value her, respect her, she, in turn, will do the same. She WILL love herself inside and out, she WILL believe she’s beautiful, because she’ll have no reason to believe otherwise.