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This morning, Kaki’s FGM and fellow mama emailed me the link to this post. And I found myself tearing up while reading its words.

I don’t want my girls to be children who are perfect and then, when they start to feel like women, they remember how I thought of myself as ugly and so they will be ugly too. They will get older and their breasts will lose their shape and they will hate their bodies, because that’s what women do. That’s what mommy did. I want them to become women who remember me modeling impossible beauty. Modeling beauty in the face of a mean world, a scary world, a world where we don’t know what to make of ourselves.

James tells me I’m beautiful all the time in front of the girls. And I need to stop saying, “Well, I’m glad you think so” and start saying, “Thank you. I think so, too.” Because I want my girls to grow into women who believe that about themselves, always.