It's Just a Matter of Time...

I sit here in my living room.
The Little-Foreman-in-Pink is prancing around the room wearing nothing more than her twirly-skirt.
At the tender age of 6, she is so care-free.
She twirls, and jumps and struts without a second thought.
It makes me smile to see her innocence.
It makes my heart sing to see her so confident.
I am so proud.

But then, I start to think...
And, the thoughts in my head make me sad...

Sad because I know it's just a matter of time before she covers herself...
It's just a matter of time before she starts to care what other people think....
How she looks to other people...
It's just a matter of time before she first feels that pang of self-doubt...
It's just a matter of time before she stops prancing.
And that breaks my heart.

I don't remember a time when I felt that confident.
I don't remember a time when I didn't tug at my shirt.
I don't remember a time when I looked in the mirror and was anything close to satisfied with the image staring back at me.
I don't remember a time I truly felt beautiful.

When do we, as little girls, learn that what we are is not good enough?
But, more importantly...
How do we teach the little girls of today that they are perfect, just the way they are?


Someone please hurry and figure it out...
I'm running out of time.

Until then, I'm gonna watch her twirl...