I am an adorable three year old. A perfectly happy little girl with natural exuberance radiating from her smile. Whenever I post my baby photo on facebook, many of my Facebook “friends” say, “You haven’t changed at all.”
And I’m like, “Yes!!!!” crying out my victory. By age four, she was locked up behind a heavy door. I dedicated the last 30 years of my life to find and raise her to be a woman she was meant to grow up into.
“You are too skinny,” Dad said. “You are ugly. No man will marry you,” Dad said. “Having girls is a waste. I shouldn’t have had a girl child,” Dad said. “Why aren’t you a boy. I wish you were a boy,” Mum said. “Your skin is too dark for a girl,” Auntie said, “but strangely red becomes you.” “You were a tiny thing. A tiny wrinkled faced monkey baby. I was sure this baby wouldn’t survive,” Grandma said. “Look at this girl’s eyes. Too small,” Dad said…
I was too short, too dark, too skinny, too fat.
I was ugly and nobody would ever love me. (Then why did you touch me?)
Everything about me was wrong.
Don’t believe what they say, Girl. They are defective mirrors. They reflect distorted, biased images of you, or maybe perceived images of themselves. It’s not you. You are a perfectly happy little girl with natural exuberance radiating from your smile.