“I Asked My Daughter Am I Beautiful?” Kath’s Poem

It made me cry. I want to believe that I am beautiful but everywhere I turn I am told that I am not because I don’t fit the media’s mold.

I want my daughter to always answer, “yes, I am beautiful” and I am going to try to do the same from now on.

I am going to share this poem with my friends. I hope they are as moved by it as I am.
Thank you for this project. It is making me feel differently about my body and I am learning to love it for the first time in my life.

This was heartbreaking. Made me tear up. My daughter and I had a discussion not to long ago about being beautiful. I remember one afternoon my now 15 yr old daughter standing in the bathroom with me as i did my hair for a special date with my husband. She said Mommy you are so pretty. I remember rolling my eyes and said Oh baby-girl I wished… She said no mom look in the mirror and see what I see. No matter how hard I tried i couldn’t see what she see’s in me. I couldn’t see past my aged skin and gray hair.. She then , said well if you aren’t beautiful neither am I. My heart dropped and I got angry. Never say that about your self. Never… You are a beautiful vibrant 15 year old. She said I know mommy but I look just like you. “She does” Stated until I start accepting my Own beauty ,she wouldn’t accept hers. Its so easy to be so un-accepting of our selves. Not realizing we are setting an example for our younger generations.