Beautiful May 7, 2009
Skylar loves to look in the mirror. She can be full on crying – tears, red-face, the works – but put her in front of a mirror and a smile emerges. I took this picture of her today and a question popped into my head: at what point in a girl’s life does she stop smiling in front of the mirror? Right now Sky is only nine months old. She doesn’t care that she has a bruise on her forehead or a scratch on her cheek (standing is her new skill, but she’s not the best at it yet). She’s never evaluated her weight and decided she’s too thin or too heavy. And I can’t help but think, please baby girl, let me put you in a bubble and keep you just like this – content to be who you are, unaware of society’s artificial standard of beauty.