That was not a word that filled me with dread before I became a parent to a girl but now that an impressionable feminine mystique has been put in my charge, I dread the topic of beauty. Maybe it would be the same if I was raising a boy but that I will never know and honestly, I doubt it.
Defining beauty for my child is one of the most difficult things I've had to do as a parent. One does not want to warp her ideas, one wants her to make the definition her own. If she finds beauty in what isn't the norm, will she have the confidence to keep it in the category of beauty when it comes under scrutiny by her peers or media? The last thing I want to do is pass on my own issues with the definition of beauty. How can I stop others from hammering into her head the false impression that skinny, tall, big tits, tiny waists are all you need to be a beauty? Confidence, that's all I can arm her with: confidence.
So that's what I do. For now true beauty is winning, I hope to keep it that way.
|Beautiful Girl - Gigi Age 5, marker on paper|