a.rose

This is what I want to say to my girls about their bodies, their body image, their idea of self, their self worth.  This is what I want them to see when they look in the mirror.  This is what I see. You are perfect, you. I said, you are perfect.  You. You are not sure. You don't believe. You doubt. So I say again, you are perfect, you. You have a heart that feels. Your heart laughs, laments, and above all, loves. You have a mind that thinks. Your mind plots, and plans, and most of all, performs. You have a soul that, in peaceful quiet moments, remembers. You have a soul that once walked among the stars. You have a soul that saw the mountains and ocean and sky called into creation. You are perfection in embryo - a living, growing work of art whose misplaced brush strokes can be painted over, again and again, reworked into the whole until a masterpiece emerges. You are perfection in embryo. I call it like I see it, and I can see what you will be. and so