“Boston, do you know you are beautiful?” I ask. “Yes!” she boldly responds.
“Boston, do you want to wear to wear your pink tennis shoes today?” I ask. “Yes!” she enthusiastically replies, “The teacher will tell me, ‘You look so cute!'”
“Mom, look at me!” she exclaims, while proudly waltzing about in her dress up clothes, confident in the beauty she possesses.
Sweet Boston, I will make it my aim you never lose this confidence. Forever know how lovely you truly are. Live this life to its fullest, a head held high. Society has taken its stabs on the brightest of girls, ruining life after life with its vicious lies of what a woman must do, be, look like, to fit into its mold.
Know there is so much more. You are beautiful, of this I am sure. However, your outward beauty matters none. It will fade into wrinkles, a hunched back, and bruised skin. There will come a day no one will care what you looked like, how skinny you were, how voluptuous in the right places.
It is your inward beauty which matters. Your smile, melting the coldest hearts, is that which comes from within. Choose beauty, true beauty: love, joy, forgiveness, laughter. Step outside the box, get down in the mud and help someone up. Lose yourself in your passion for others.
Society may have a label for “beauty,” yet in the end even society seems to somehow forget the prima donnas and instead put Mother Teresa on the pedestal–a tiny little lady, covered in wrinkles from head to toe, yet never a more beautiful face.