Pretty did not feel available to me. As a kid especially. I knew that I did not fit the mold.
Now, I feel safe because I am unpretty. Invisible to predators. Unwanted by unsavory characters.
I want to teach my daughter that she is valuable and worthy of love whether she is conventionally pretty or not. That make up is not a required facet of femininity, but a choice. That pretty can mean something different to every person in the world. That she can choose what it means to be pretty.
I believe in the radical notion that every being on the planet deserves to love themselves as they are in this moment in time, fat or thin or tall or short or frumpy or fabulous or ‘perfect’ or ‘imperfect.’ Perhaps if we taught our children to love and take care of their bodies instead of chasing a certain body type they would love and take care of each other as well.
RESPECT. KINDNESS. COMPASSION. Needed now more than ever.
This truth has more baggage than I can deal with right now. To be continued…