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Entity presents "An Open Letter to My Future Daughter."

To My Future Daughter,

I don’t know you yet. In fact, I might have only sons for all I know, for which I would not be any less grateful. But I do hope that you will exist, and that one day this finds you at a time when you most need it.

You may be beautiful as the world defines, but please don’t spend too much time looking in the mirror. I only say this because I have had an unhealthy addiction to them, studying what I lack in my outward appearance. Mirrors don’t showcase your skills, your character or your heart — but they can showcase fitness, strength and confidence.

A reflection is a useful tool, but just like anything else, it must be used in moderation to be effective.

The beauty you hear about in quotes, poems or films…it focuses on your shell, the casing in which God has given you.

But your beauty comes from your spirit and good heart, and that is the most pure form of beauty that stands the test of time. If you take solace in this genuine beauty, you will not be disappointed as your worldly beauty fades with age.

In fact, you will find joy in every wrinkle, every mark and every circle that appears beneath your eyes.

Your crow’s feet will become the lines of a thousand smiles, signs of a life well-laughed.

Your stretch marks will become creases of dignity, signs of a life that can give life to another.

Your dark circles will become the frames of two vignettes, wise eyes that delighted in marvelous nighttime mysteries (and if my future daughter is anything like me, she should know that the night owl gene runs in the family).

Your growing weight will become the body of a woman, signs of a life that spends more time with family than reversing the natural stages of growth.

Your dry hands will become the hands of a mother, signs of a woman who has sacrificed the youth of her skin for the care of a child.

Your aching back will become the battle wounds of birth, a reminder of the most painful and wonderful moment of your life.

Your grey hair will become a silver mane, signs of hair that has been stroked and caressed more than lightened or darkened.

Your age will become your pride, as your beauty only grows with the wisdom you acquire from years of listening, laughing and loving.

So love yourself, my future daughter, for all the right reasons. Love yourself for the reasons that I love you, and most importantly, that God loves you. And one day, you will find a man who loves you for those reasons too.

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