The minute I became a mom, I vowed my daughters would feel beautiful and know their God-given beauty.
They were going to hear it from me, and from their daddy, too. I prepped him well! We’ve pointed out their God-given features time and time again: their yummy chocolate brown eyes, striking lashes, unique and naturally-different shapes. I’ve guarded against comparison and filtered out praises on anything fleeting. Yet my daughter has bought the lie that “Mom, you have to tell me I’m beautiful. I’m your daughter!”