“This, this is about my own some-day daughter. When you approach me, already stung-stayed with insecurity, begging, “Mom, will I be pretty? Will I be pretty?” I will wipe that question from your mouth like cheap lipstick and answer, “No! The word pretty is unworthy of everything you will be, and no child of mine will be contained in five letters.”
Words for the Year 
I feel like I’m being given a message from the Universe here . . .
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Did you happen to see the two posts I shared as links in a comment to Heather on the poem earlier today?
Both Madame Weebles and Sara Draws wrote on self-esteem topics, and both were Freshly Pressed, and very deserving.
If you’re looking for a sign from the Universe, it’s been listening. 🙂 xo
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