To my sweet girl,
I am not old, not so out of touch with our culture. I love the beat of the modern music, the latest fashions, and the newest technology. I am Generation Y.
I am also your mom, and my heart is terrified.
You see, I have this crazy hope you will actually keep your clothes on. Yes, I know this is not the direction things are going. The bared body is to be seen as a work of art, beauty, that to behold and marvel, right?
As you grow I will be considered “old” to you. Perhaps a little out of touch with reality. Will you grasp the precious treasure your body truly is? The power you hold in it, and the ways in which you can someday please the one whose eyes will roam only for you?
Sure you could pose. You are already beautiful; I can only imagine in the coming years what a figure you will possess. You could strip down and show yourself to the world. You could hashtag and twitter and send your body viral.
You could do this.
Or, you could keep the secret just that–a mysterious, longed for secret.
What happened to making them imagine? Where went the pleasure of teasing? There is nothing left to marvel. It is all there, for the eyes of any who wish a peek. But what if you are different? What if you are strange, unusual, a creature to wonder about? Instead of uncensored selfies, allowing the boys to only dream.
What would he think, the one who finally steals your heart away? Would he laugh at your June Clever, backwoods mindset? Or would he laugh in awe of the beauty known by no other?
I cannot begin to tell you the wonder when you reveal all to the one you truly love. I speak from experience. Your dad’s eyes alone undress me. There is something so raw, so intangible about the secret kept between us. This body, my body, his only. Passion shared with no other.
But am I simply out of touch with the way things should be; the artistic nature of it all? Perhaps I am fighting for a suppressive bubble where women actually cover their breasts and men fight to win their affection.
How I hope you also will be labeled “out of touch.” Then, you can laugh about it with he who is head over heels in love with his old fashioned beauty. This beauty kept hidden away for his eyes alone.
Laugh dear girl. Laugh as you striptease for the one who finds you worth fighting for.