She says I’m beautiful without makeup.
I tell her I look like a ghost.
She encourages me to smile more because she says I have the most beautiful smile she has ever seen.
I tell her I hate my smile because of my teeth.
She tells me how much she loves wrapping her arms around my waist because I am getting skinny.
I tell her I can still see tons of fat on my body.
I really need to learn to see myself through my daughter’s eyes. She looks with love, I look with fault. There is a difference.
Love sees only what is truly there. Fault sees everything else.
How do you see yourself?