I read an article recently called “The Death of Pretty.” In it, Pat Archibold writes, “Pretty, pretty is dying. People will define pretty differently. For the purposes of this piece, I define pretty as a mutually enriching balanced combination of beauty and projected innocence.”
I want my daughters to always feel pretty.
I want each of my daughters to radiate the type of beauty, innocence, and virtue than causes a man to want to honor her, protect her, and defend her- the kind of beauty that causes a man to want to sweep her off her feet one day and spend his whole life making her feel like a princess.
Everywhere we look, our culture is screaming for young girls to be “sexy” or “hot.” Our daughters are bombarded. The magazines racks with their neon signs are telling young girls how to be “good in bed” or how to get a “hot body” in 30 days, showing the latest in fashion, and holding up an unrealistic, unachievable, paint-brushed standard. The entire focus is on the external package, with nothing, nothing at all, encouraging young women to walk with integrity or to cultivate their hearts. And let’s not forget the young men who have these images and headlines emblazoned in their minds too. Deep inside they know they long for a young woman with whom they can share their heart and relate to emotionally. Deep inside young men want to be the hero and the defender.
Society is pushing our children to focus on the external while the internal crumbles.
I want my daughters to have beautiful hearts that are reflected in an external beauty that is pure and innocent. I want the beauty that is seen on the outside to radiate from their eyes and their beautiful smiles, a reflection of a heart that is loving and kind, full of virtue.
I want my sons to see the beauty in the heart of a young woman and defend her at all costs. I want my sons to look at the external through they eyes of their hearts and honor every young woman they meet, keeping their hearts pure.
The other day I took my sweet little girls to a “little girl spa” where they had their hair done, their nails painted, got to wear some princess make up, and were sprinkled with sparkles. The picture above is Elia “before.” So pretty, so beautiful inside and out. I wouldn’t change a thing.
There was nothing wrong with our time together. It was so fun! Afterward the girls were thrilled with their shiny lips and sparkly hair, but it didn’t make them feel “better” about themselves. It was momentary, and by bedtime they were glad to take out the bobby pins and wash off the glitter. They know they are pretty because their daddy and their brothers tell them all the time. Their eyes light up every time they are told, “Oh, you are so pretty!”
We are fighting against a culture that screams for “hotness,” while we try to instill in our daughters that they are fearfully and wonderfully made, beautiful because of hearts that seek to be pure, and so very, very pretty.
All the glitter and gloss doesn’t make this child “pretty.”
She simply is.
Very, very pretty.