This is what "beautiful" means to me. I look at this photo of Bard from last year, and I'm just struck with the beauty. Does she believe it? No. She questions herself constantly.And I understand, because I question myself, too.
I was talking to a friend of mine this morning about daughters, about how much they question their worth and their beauty. "We all want to be worshipped," she said. I think there's some truth to that. It's frustrating to be a mom, to see your child do well at something, to see her loveliness and yet hear her doubt. Where does it come from? When does it go?
I know it hasn't gone from me. Not a day goes by that I don't criticize my appearance, aloud or silently, and wish that I could change "just this thing."
Yet I know that changing "just that thing" wouldn't make me happy.
Today, I pray for my daughters, and your daughters, and for you, daughters, that you'll see yourselves the way our Heavenly Father sees you.
You're so breathtakingly beautiful.
