“I hate my skin”. I hear from the backseat. Words not from a “cutting” teenager….but a seven-year-old. A child not even a decade. Worse yet, it was my child saying this. Her preschool aged brother then nonchalantly suggests, “Well then, why don’t you just shave it off.” I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh at […]
When You Fear Not Being Beautiful
“But I just don’t think I am beautiful”, Egyptian brown eyes look down at the comforter, wrapping her as winter taunts. “Why?”…”But you are beautiful.” I don’t even wait for an answer. Anger. Frustration. Boils in me. I try to hold them down. I knew this day would come. “You are sooo beautiful sweetie”. This mothers-heart […]