22/52 – Saturday morning, post shower. You don’t often want me to blow-dry your hair, preferring it to be left alone, but this morning you agreed, and you were waiting patiently for me.
I caught you unaware, staring in the mirror lost in thought. And I’ve been wondering all day what you were really thinking, not believing the “nothing” that you told me. It starts so young, the self assessment. Too young. Already, you can be so critical of yourself.
I hope you were seeing yourself, even a little bit, as I do. As strong, as smart, as funny, as kind. I hope you see what a good big sister you are. I hope you see the beauty you are, inside and out.
