I'm making my debut over at The Glorious Table today!!! I still can't believe I took that chance and submitted something.
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“You’re such a beautiful little girl.”
“You look just like your mommy.”
I cringe when I hear these two things strung together in the same sentence. I have long fought the urge to call myself ugly or goofy or whatever standard I didn’t meet that day. Anything but pretty. When I hear someone say this to my daughter, it challenges me to see beyond the lies I tell myself. Over and over again, I hear the words of perfect strangers who mean well:
“You’re such a beautiful little girl.”
“You’re so pretty.”
My daughter and I always say thank you and go on about our day. What she doesn’t know is that those words replay in my mind. I find it endearing when the cashier or the post office clerk compliments her. I believe and echo every word they say—that is, until they attach them to me.
